Jiang Ruoyao's body swayed more and more, and her head hurt worse by the moment. The scene of a man giving her a skirt gradually came into focus. She knew exactly who the man was.
But she had no memory of this.
When... when had this memory taken place? Why had she known nothing about it?
If she'd known nothing, how had the Exquisite Hundred Immortal Skirt ended up on her—and turned red, its original appearance concealed...?
"Immortal Divine Vein... It really did happen here, it seems, before entering the Undying River... Why had she forgotten...?"
Jiang Ruoyao's thoughts grew muddled. Her eyes turned ever more crimson, and she teetered on the brink of losing control.
"He didn't give it to me... He gave it to... her. It was just put on me?" Jiang Ruoyao shook her head, her body swaying.
As she swayed, the red dress and the immortal skirt on her body began switching faster and faster.
"What's wrong with Saintess Jiang?"
Everyone could see that Jiang Ruoyao was not right. She had been fine just moments ago. Was the technique Affectionate Young Master had unleashed too powerful? Had it affected her?
"Such powerful karma. This woman..."
The Ghost Phoenix Race Ancient Ancestor murmured. The karma surrounding Jiang Ruoyao was terrifying beyond measure. He couldn't probe it at all; if he touched it, something unexpected would happen.
"How could someone so similar be ordinary?" the Huangtian Immortal Race elder murmured, practically confirming Jiang Ruoyao's identity.
At the same time, the other battlefields noticed Jiang Ruoyao's strange state, and every one of them looked astonished.
Had Jiang Ruoyao been suppressed by Affectionate Young Master?
They knew that this Holy Son of Wanle Palace was no ordinary opponent, but he had actually managed to take down Jiang Ruoyao?
"Holy Son,