Her parents, her former parents, she had fotten their faces; that shouldn't have happened; she shouldn't have fotten them; she'd somewhat have fotten the face of her friend that murdered her.

  The taste of Pasta, stories of people, family, it seemed as if a fog blog her mind from their appearance was cleared, and she saw them clear again. The parties with her family, the excellent food, the ughter, the he people, the smiles, and the green grass. All returned, and she noticed she had even fotten Tang Hao's appearaang Hao, whom she didn't like all that much, drowned himself in alcohol, and she couldn't help herself but feel bad about it; he was her father regardless of a good or a bad one.

  "...Yin, Tang Yin, wake up, Tang Yin!" she heard a voice from the outside and saw her brother's face. The voice was muted, but it became more precise and transparent after a while. She opened her mouth and took a few tries, jep she had a voice again, good.

  "I ... am back.", she said, her throat feeling dry and her voiewhat strange. She quickly checked her body and noticed she handled everything, even her right arm, and she could move everything except said arm.

  "So what did I get?" she asked and saw the expressionless faces of their Bodyguards, "What?" she asked, startled, "did I miss something?"

  "Yeah, you did," Lize said, pointing at the glowing ring arouang Yin needed a moment before she realized what was going on; oh, oh, well, that was surprising.

  "And what?" she asked, and Yule turellio look around. He did precisely that, and her eyes widehe cave had been full of small lizards earlier, but the wall was gone; instead, a thin web of blue silver lianes surrouhem, leaving only a tirao the front.

  "Oh. Sorry.", she said, apologizing and f herself to retreat the rown blue silver grass, summoning her spirit and it carefully. Like Tang Sans, it had grown taller, not as tall as his, and the blue color had faded quite a bit, repced with pulsating silver lines and pale blue leaves that swayed slightly uhe refleg silver sparkles. It was simir but no lohe same to her brothers.

  "B-beautiful.", Ning Feng said and bowed forward, taking a closer look at it.

  "What is your ability?", The Grandmaster asked, and Tag Yin nodded, looking at the sill raining and bleak outside the cave guarded by Jiang's giant body.

  "Weave.", she said, and a couple of lines shot from the ground.

  "Formless." they tangled up and weaved themselves together only to do the opposite seds ter.

  "My ability is a formless weave, simir to brothers, but it does not bind my oppos but weave itself together in different shapes to trap them, things like spider s of how baskets are woven. It depends on what I want. The range depends on what I want to do with it."

  "You weave for prote, to build shields but also for traps and attacks; it is an incredible ability and very suitable for a trol spirit master, somewhat tricky in trol, I imagine, and I think the range is ected to your overabundance of spirit power which we should have a good look at after Yu Hua absorbed his spirit Ring."

  He looked back at Yu Hua, who was sitting oone floor and had his eyes closed, breathing very ftly as if barely there.