When she wanted to examine it more meticulously, the golden tome abruptly flew in front of her eyes.
The golden tome suddenly disintegrated into powder, and the layers of golden powder twirled in a circle, reforming into 12 jade slips. It flashed past in a streak of light and entered her conscious.
Qiao Mu shot up into a sitting position on the bed with a swoosh. Her head felt like it had been viciously trampled by a herd of elephants, the pain sending her figure shaking.
Qiao Mu subconsciously rubbed her head and hastily sat in a lotus position with a frown. Her hands pressed down gently, and her breathing slowed. She condensed a strand of mystic energy into mystic conscious and cautiously delved into her conscious, wanting to investigate the situation.
However, one look and the child could not help but startle.
