"Master... I'm sorry."
Yao Yue's illusory soul and Xiao Fan's soul gradually met and merged. "I never thought that even after dying, I'd still be able to feel such a real Master."
"Master seems a little different?"
Yao Yue did something she would never have dared even imagine before. She held Xiao Fan's cheeks and studied him carefully. Xiao Fan's illusory soul lacked the youthful immaturity of a young man and instead carried a touch more maturity.
But this Xiao Fan left Yao Yue even more entranced. Beneath the illusory soul, no thought could be hidden. Her swaying soul kept becoming more solid under the fueling of desire.
Even though she knew the other party had no physical body, that realistic sensation still left Yao Yue slightly dazed.
"He clearly has no body... why does it feel so real..."
"It's... it's just like the real Master."
Yao Yue only hesitated and worried for a moment before her mind immediately filtered out the question. "I'm already dead. What's there to be afraid of!"
Yao Yue pushed Xiao Fan down in one leap. Her mind was not filled with respect for her master, but with the little thoughts she had suppressed for far too long. She, Yao Yue, swore she would become a rebellious disciple who went against her master!
Outside, Xiao Fan froze, and his body actually fell backward out of his control as well.
Only after he finished assisting Yao Yue in completely refining the Heavenly Flames and calming the excess Heavenly Flames energy within her body did Xiao Fan's soul force return to his illusory soul.
But when he saw the scene before him, Xiao Fan was completely dumbfounded...
"Yue... Yue'er?"
"Ah!"
Yao Yue, in her soul state, was so frightened that she trembled outright. Her words were