A Tangled Heart

Hearing Wang Haoran's words, Hua Feixuan feigned surprise. A blush appeared on her face as she said apologetically:

"It was this humble woman who misspoke just now." After a pause, she changed the subject and said shyly, "But if Young Master does not disdain this humble woman's plain appearance, then I shall do as Young Master wishes."

"Does Sect Master Hua truly mean that?" Wang Haoran hurriedly pressed.

"How would this humble woman dare toy with Young Master?" Hua Feixuan put on a frightened look, then raised her jade hand and removed a hairpin from her head.

Her long black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, while boundless charm gradually surfaced upon Hua Feixuan's flushed face.

Soon, the sash around her waist and her court robes fell to the floor one after another. Then Hua Feixuan's silken, heart-tugging voice rang out:

"This is this humble woman's sincerity. Does Young Master believe me now?"

Wang Haoran was stunned. He had not expected Hua Feixuan to be so bold.

In an instant, an indescribable impulse arose within him, seeming to overwhelm all reason.

But just then, the Heaven Opening Tower in his sea of consciousness hummed, bringing Wang Haoran back to his senses.

Wang Haoran looked before him again.

Hua Feixuan was still properly dressed in her court robes, and her hair remained neatly pinned up rather than flowing loose, just as it had been when he first saw her.

Wang Haoran realized that what he had just seen was an illusion.

The leader of those demonesses truly had some tricks. If not for a cheat like the Heaven Opening Tower, he might have fallen for it just now.

Seeing Wang Haoran standing there in a daze without making any move, Hua Feixuan secretly grew puzzled. "Young Master, why are you not