As the restriction was lifted, it took Hua Yao quite a while to recover. The experience was like suddenly discovering one day in college class that she was actually an ancient monster who had cultivated for thousands of years—so many memories flooding in at once that she could barely take it.
After her original memories merged with those from the illusion—
Hua Yao looked at Tang Yu with a complicated expression and muttered, "Fellow Daoist Tang, your illusion treasure is way too underhanded. If we hadn't had a grudge before, I might really have fallen for you."
"Could it be that I was the only one who truly fell for Sister Hua Yao?"
Tang Yu sighed mournfully. "This love cannot be dispelled; no sooner does it leave my brow than it rises in my heart."
Hua Yao gave a dry laugh. If she were still a Golden Core female cultivator, she might actually have believed this man's nonsense.
"Since Miss Hua Yao doesn't believe me, there's nothing I can do. I can't exactly tear out my heart and let you inspect it."
Tang Yu looked sadly at Hua Yu. "Since that's the case, let's hurry up and get this over with. If we can't share life together, then let us forget each other in the wider world. Otherwise, just looking at each other hurts too much."
Hua Yu felt genuinely miserable upon hearing that, and she turned to look at her second younger sister, Hua He.
"You go. I'll go last."
Hua He still wasn't mentally prepared. The thought of having to play lovey-dovey with that bastard made her feel as though she had swallowed a dead fly.
Hua Yu nodded helplessly. After all, whether she stuck out her head or pulled it back, the blade would still fall.
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