The top floor of the Heavenly Spirit Pagoda.
Luo Hongyan stood by the window, glaring as Pang Jian walked away and gradually disappeared into the darkness.
In the empty, void-like sea of consciousness, the real Ning Yao was distraught with grief. She glared at Luo Hongyan, whose skirt hem fluttered, and said, "Are you trying to humiliate me to death?"
Luo Hongyan's lips curled slightly in disdain. "You think it's humiliating for me to be in contact with Pang Jian while using your body?"
"Isn't it?"
Ning Yao retorted indignantly.
Luo Hongyan gave a soft snort and once again gathered the power within the Profound Yin Stone, refining it into her spiritual body.
She said leisurely, "You've lost all feeling in your body, so when he and I touch skin to skin, you don't feel a thing. Still, I've left you the right to watch with your own eyes."
"Since you can see, you should know that when Pang Jian entered the Pulse-Opening Realm, he opened four meridians in succession."
"Ning Yao, how many meridians did you open when you entered the Pulse-Opening Realm?"
Her eyes brimmed with mockery.
After hesitating for a moment, Ning Yao replied, "I failed to open even one."
"So how can you think I'm humiliating you by getting close to Pang Jian in your body?"
In the void, Luo Hongyan drew strands of Profound Yin Power toward herself with both hands and bluntly taunted her. "Even now, do you still think that being born into one of this realm's Seven Great Families makes you nobler than Pang Jian?"
Ning Yao froze.
"What a foolish woman. Judging by the cultivation talent Pang Jian has shown, you couldn't find his equal even in the Third Realm."
Luo Hongyan's face turned cold as she shook her head and