Mu Wanqing was stunned at first, then a flush of embarrassed anger rose to her face. "Are you out of your mind?"
"Is that so?" Nian Liandan's expression was inscrutable, his tone growing ever softer. "But I'm the person you love most in this life."
Mu Wanqing had wanted to curse him for being shameless, but when her eyes met his, she felt as though they glimmered with an eerie light. His gaze shifted from bright to dim, then from dim to bright, as if it possessed a suction force. Her mind grew dazed, and without realizing it, she began to repeat after him, "The person I love most..."
Li Liangzuo had just warned Mu Wanqing, and seeing her reaction afterward, he had finally relaxed. But this bizarre scene instantly made his heart leap into his throat again. "Wanqing, Wanqing, what's wrong with you?"
Unfortunately, Mu Wanqing turned a deaf ear to him and continued muttering the other man's words. Her once-lively, water-like eyes gradually became blank.
"Come over here..." Nian Liandan's voice grew gentler still as he beckoned to her.
"Yes..." A trace of struggle seemed to appear in Mu Wanqing's eyes, but in the end, she still walked toward him step by step.
"What kind of demonic sorcery is this?!" Li Liangzuo went cold all over. He finally understood why the other man had been so confident in making that wager. As one of the martial world's foremost experts, his knowledge was naturally extensive. At the sight before him, he immediately recalled certain legends from the jianghu, such as the Nine Yin Manual's Soul Transfer Technique and the Xiaoyao School's Sound Transmission Soul Searching Technique. What Nian Liandan used was clearly something similar.
Nian Liandan smiled faintly. "This is the supreme art of our Flower Between Sect—the Flower