Zhao Bai gently touched his chest. The forbidden item—the black-framed glasses—rested securely in his arms, ready to unleash their power at any moment.
Mei frowned. "What happened? Why hasn't the laughter disappeared?"
"She dodged my attack."
At that moment, that was all Zhao Bai could say.
The flickering shadow vanished. When it reappeared, she had already arrived before Zhao Bai.
A young girl.
Slender, petite, frail, pitiful.
Her skin had the ghastly pallor of a corpse, covered in cracks like porcelain. Orange-yellow light flowed through those cracks like scorching magma.
She had no whites in her eyes; her entire pupils were pitch-black. Even her hair glowed, like Satan's flaming locks.
"Are you my daddy?"
"Get lost!"
Zhao Bai shouted and swung his blade. An aura of extreme frost spread out, and the girl sensed the danger, instinctively wanting to flee.
But reason controlled her.
The girl stopped and stood still. The biting cold wind swept over her body, yet she showed no reaction.
"Just as I thought. All bark and no bite—a paper tiger."
The girl was completely at ease. Deep mockery glinted in her ink-black pupils as she reached out without hesitation.
"Become part of me."
"Wait!"
Zhao Bai shouted and pulled the black-framed glasses from his chest. His voice was so resolute that even the girl's hand paused for a moment.
Zhao Bai seized the chance to ask, "I know your true will has nothing to do with this girl, but I really want to know—if this girl's father truly came looking for her, how would you treat him?"
"Do you really want to know?"
Zhao Bai said nothing and merely nodded repeatedly.
Without a moment's thought, the girl answered with a sneer, "Of course I'd put on a joyful reunion. Once his happiness reached its peak, I'd