The White-Haired Witch's Only

In the dark, damp prison cell, only two oil lamps, each no bigger than a mung bean, provided a faint glimmer of light. A tiny rat crawled out of a hole in the wall, its pointed nose twitching and whiskers trembling. But when its beady little eyes spotted the person inside the cell, it let out a terrified squeak and darted back into the hole like lightning, vanishing from sight.

The White-Haired Witch stood silently in the cell, her hair disheveled and a Lock Soul long whip in hand. Not far in front of her, Yin Kuang wore a grim expression as he stared back at her with equally emotionless eyes.

By now, Yin Kuang had made up his mind. If the White-Haired Witch truly intended to torture him, he would stop caring about anything else and pull out the Golden Cudgel to smash her into a pulp. What kind of joke was this? A grown man being whipped and abused by a woman? It was simply... simply... beyond words. In any case, Yin Kuang could not tolerate such a thing happening!

In truth, if Yin Kuang looked within his sea of consciousness at that moment, he would discover that the extra blue flame created by his fusion with Zhuo Yihang was trembling violently... At the same time, a complex yet exceedingly faint emotion seeped out, passing through Yin Kuang's eyes and turning into a gaze filled with strange feelings as it fell upon the White-Haired Witch.

Had it been anyone else, they probably would not have noticed that gaze mixed into his icy stare, a gaze carrying such complex emotions. But the White-Haired Witch could not possibly fail to notice it. A love so deeply etched into her bones, loved to the extreme and hated to the extreme, had