Lover's Curse. The destined one. The spell wasn't lifted.
Xuanji couldn't figure out how these things were connected. She remembered encountering Si Feng at Sea Bowl Mountain, the half-crying, half-smiling mask on his face. Was that because of the Lover's Curse? At that time, had Ruo Yu been about to speak but stopped herself because of this? What kind of spell could make a mask cry and smile? What backlash could occur if the spell wasn't lifted?
After hearing Liu Yihuan's words, she had rushed out in a hurry, controlling her sword to fly to Germu. She flew for a while before realizing they hadn't followed and had to go back. She saw Liu Yihuan standing on a giant stone sword, broad enough for one person, while Ting Nu sat in a wheelchair at the front, just right. Such a large sword was a burden for Liu Yihuan to control, though it seemed easy for him; it was just slow.
