Fang Chen took two steps back, his eyes fixed on Ye Qingci. Her eyes were hollow and pitch-black, a terrifying sight.
Ye Qingci faced Fang Chen, but she seemed unable to see him. Her face was expressionless.
Fang Chen had never expected Ye Qingci to become like this. He drew a deep breath and called to her again, "Miss Qing Ci? Miss Qing Ci?"
He called twice in a row, but Ye Qingci gave no response. Frowning, he slowly raised a hand to touch her shoulder.
Just as his hand was about to reach Ye Qingci's shoulder—
"Don't touch her!"
A cold voice came from behind Fang Chen. An icy killing intent descended and enveloped him.
Fang Chen jolted and snatched his hand back. Turning, he saw a young man in a black robe walking slowly toward him.
The young man was tall and strikingly handsome, with sword-shaped brows, bright eyes, and perfectly shaped red lips beneath a straight nose. He bore some resemblance to Ye Qingci, and a cold aura radiated from him.
The young man in black took a light step across the ground, yet in the next instant, he had advanced nearly two zhang. In only a few steps, he reached Fang Chen. Ignoring him, he brushed past and went straight to Ye Qingci. He swiftly tapped several acupoints on her chest, then pressed his joined index and middle fingers lightly against the spot between her brows.
Hiss!
Fang Chen saw a faint golden glow spread from between Ye Qingci's brows. For an instant, he thought he glimpsed a golden mark.
The young man in black withdrew his hand. Brilliant golden light burst from Ye Qingci's hollow eyes, and a powerful aura surged from her body.
After a while, the golden light in Ye Qingci's eyes gradually