And that chill was enough to fill Long Zhuxie before him with terror.
His face was full of panic. Before his body could even react, he had already fled outside like a mad, homeless dog on the roadside.
Clearly, this was the true face of Long Zhuxie—a man with nothing but an empty shell, glittering gold and jade on the outside, rotten cotton within.
Seeing this, Feng Ming snorted coldly, and the contempt in the depths of his eyes naturally deepened.
If he had been captured by someone like that, it would have been the greatest joke in the world—and the greatest humiliation to himself.
Just as the hall fell silent, Feng Ming closed his eyes, only for a voice to suddenly ring out from the depths of his heart. "Congratulations. You are no longer a little girl, nor are you the servant by Your Highness's side. You are Wutong Pavilion's foremost female general. More than that, you are a true, bona fide Supreme Realm expert."
"Even Your Highness Feng Jiuqing is merely your equal in strength now. You can turn the tables and become your own master."
"It's the Inner Demon."
Feng Ming realized it immediately. But realizing it did not mean he could completely resolve it. Instead, ripples rose in his heart. "So what?
"Your Highness has never treated me as a servant by his side. We have always been sisters—elder sister and younger sister. Does that matter?"
Feng Ming explained himself to the Inner Demon.
The Inner Demon immediately burst into waves of mocking laughter. "Does it really not matter?
"Are the two of you truly sisters?
"It would be one thing if others deceived you, but now you even intend to deceive yourself properly?
"Then you truly are pitiful. You have lived an entire lifetime, yet