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"No, she isn't the Artifact Deity. She's Yun Bingxin, my friend." My expression changed. I removed my mask, then swept my Heavenly Eye over Yun Bingxin without hesitation and forcibly invaded her mind with magic, calling out the three words, "Miss Yun."
To my horror, those three words seemed to sink into the sea without a trace. Yun Bingxin showed no reaction whatsoever!
My expression changed drastically. There were only two possibilities: one, she wasn't Yun Bingxin; two, her divine sense had been trapped!
But the first possibility absolutely could not exist. We had been companions for years. Even if she were reduced to ashes, I would still recognize her. So only the second possibility remained!
"What did you do to her?" I instantly turned toward Prince Jin with a dark expression.
The moment I removed my mask, a trace of strange emotion appeared on Prince Jin's face.
After all, I wore a ghost mask in the Ghost Path, while here I wore a wooden Demon Race totem mask. In the truest sense, he had never seen me before, so such a reaction was normal.
However, after his surprise, Prince Jin suddenly seemed to realize something, and his expression turned horrified. He was very likely weighing whether I was truly the Great Ghost Emperor. After all, if I was, then among those of the same realm, I would have no opponent. And now that I was at the eighth level of Immortalhood, provoking me would indeed be disastrous.
"Great Ghost Emperor, may I ask what relationship this woman has with you?" Under my piercing gaze, Prince Jin still gritted his teeth and asked.
"I'm only asking you one thing: what did you do to her? What is an Artifact Deity?" My expression had already turned ugly. During that year