As Qin Fengming watched Immortal Fairy Si Rong's triumphant expression, shock and fury surged through his heart.
But his anger lasted only an instant before a sense of helplessness flooded his entire body.
Although he did not know what kind of covenant Si Rong had invoked—a powerful oath curse that could affect him without his participation—he understood one thing: he was already bound by it.
What Qin Fengming most needed to establish now was precisely what kind of covenant she had invoked.
After glaring at Si Rong for a long while, the shock and anger on Qin Fengming's face slowly faded. His body relaxed, and he sat down opposite her again.
At that moment, Si Rong's lovely face was wreathed in smiles.
Beaming, Si Rong blinked her large, lively eyes at Qin Fengming, delight and slyness dancing in her gaze.
That expression alone would have made anyone who saw her feel their soul suddenly stolen away. The allure that seeped into the mind left no room for any desire to fight.
Si Rong's beauty was not some uncanny, bewitching enchantment, but a peculiar charm that made people feel utterly at ease and unable to harbor any ill intentions toward her.
Even her master, Jiang Miaorou, had surely never seen the expression Si Rong wore now.
Si Rong had never revealed such a charming countenance before. Neither her kin nor her friends had ever seen it. That smile came from the depths of her heart, as though her true nature had suddenly been set free.
Bathed in Si Rong's smile, even the cold air around them seemed to grow warmer, until not a trace of chill remained.
The gloomy, dim light also suddenly became much brighter.
Si Rong's lively eyes rested on Qin Fengming, whose anger had yet to fade. A