Even Tang Feng said nothing.
Or rather, he had never seen Wang Xian's other side either.
Leaning against a corridor pillar with his arms folded across his chest, he gazed at the top of the tower with a complicated expression, lost in thought.
Only Bao Xiaoqin looked into the white tower. The Succubus amid the wind and snow let out a soft sigh and said faintly, "Can you still escape unharmed today?"
The Succubus shook her head.
Looking down at the general gripping his long saber, she sneered. "I once listened to storytellers in a teahouse. Whenever I heard of heroes traveling all under heaven bowing and scraping because of a single word from some important figure, I found it incomprehensible."
Upon hearing this, Li Xiangxiang could not help but knit her delicate brows. Her expression changed slightly.
In a solemn voice, she said, "These are the rites and rules of the world. Without rules, what difference would there be between Sunset City and the Abyssless City of the demon race? People would only live in darkness, where the strong preyed upon the weak, never knowing peace."
"You're wrong!"
The Succubus shook her head and replied expressionlessly.
Her voice was not loud, yet every person present heard it with perfect clarity!
"I vaguely remember that the first lesson after I entered the world was being besieged and hunted by countless experts. Everyone wanted my life!"
In that split second, Wang Xian, transformed into a Succubus, had an illusion.
It was as though she had returned to Kunlun Mountains—to that young man who had just left his Taoist temple, dressed in a faded, repeatedly washed Taoist robe and carrying the token his master had given him.
He had gone to the Kunlun Sword Sect to find his martial uncle and reclaim