Of course, Li Su was not Pei Feng.
After a brief rest, he rose. When he saw the other party, a flicker of surprise passed through his eyes before they swiftly returned to calm.
Li Su's reaction left the visitor quite taken aback.
Naturally, they had met before, and she knew Pei Feng to some extent.
In her eyes, a fellow whose body and soul had both sunk into love was utterly detestable. This sort of love that stripped a person of even their own identity was no different from having shit for brains. The only reason he was still alive was because he had been lucky.
She had originally come intending to give him a merciless lesson.
Yet when she saw Li Su's gaze, she could not help drawing in a breath, the corner of her brow twitching faintly.
She was no ordinary Daluo. As someone from Bliss, her attainments in matters of emotion could be called Peak Ascent. She could easily sense the emotions within another's heart.
It was very quiet.
The other party's heart at this moment was like a stagnant pool, without the slightest ripple.
That calmness surprised her somewhat.
After all, he was the nephew of her good sister, so naturally she had kept an eye on him.
How should she put his emotions?
Though there was indeed something wrong with his brain, to be honest, he was truly suited for Bliss. His emotions were simply too fervent.
Cultivating Bliss's divine arts would yield twice the results with half the effort.
If not for the fact that the person before her possessed, without question, the very same physical aura, soul aura, and Great Dao aura as the Pei Feng she knew, she might have suspected that this fellow was someone else wearing Pei Feng's face.