A Gift

Long strands of black hair coiled around Yi Yun's hand, exceptionally resilient. Soft as silk around the fingers despite its toughness. The phrase came to mind, and it fit perfectly.

As he gently rubbed and twisted the strand, that familiar feeling suddenly grew overwhelmingly intense. The blood within his body surged, and the strand of hair in his grasp seemed to transform into a winding dragon shadow.

This blue-robed girl...

Yi Yun gave the woman a deep look, a trace of shock showing in his eyes. He had a distinct feeling that the girl before him simply... wasn't human!

Her vital energy and blood, that strange aura, all suggested that she might be an ancient demon. At the very least, most of her body was that of an ancient demon!

This... Yi Yun was stunned. The Nan Xuan Family's beloved jewel was actually an ancient demon?

At that moment, the blue-robed girl's gaze toward Yi Yun also became somewhat puzzled. She could clearly sense that a vast, ancient aura had suddenly appeared around Yi Yun, and for some reason, it felt vaguely familiar to her.

However, the masked old man and the Maidservant could not sense the change in Yi Yun's aura. The masked old man stared coldly at Yi Yun, growing impatient. Yi Yun had been holding that strand of hair for a full quarter of an hour.

He absolutely did not believe that Yi Yun could discern anything from a single strand of hair.

Finally, the masked old man snorted coldly. "How much longer are you going to look? Don't put on this act of playing the mystic. What did you discover from the young lady's hair? You aren't going to claim that she's suffering from some hidden illness, are you?"

"Uncle Lian." The blue-robed girl stopped the