Though her face was somewhat pale and her gaze wavered, as though she feared something, Feng Ling still mocked Yan Shaozhe mercilessly.
Even now, Feng Ling could not forget the days when she and Yan Shaozhe had been in love. The deeper her love had been, the deeper she had fallen, especially since Yan Shaozhe was the chief culprit behind what she had become.
Moreover, after her martial soul had turned completely evil, it developed an instinctive craving for the essence of Yan Shaozhe's bright phoenix, wanting to claim it and devour it entirely.
Love had bred hatred, and combined with the instinctive cravings of her body and martial soul, it left Feng Ling obsessively fixated on Yan Shaozhe.
Even if she brought Yan Shaozhe back to the Holy Spirit Cult now, Feng Ling probably would not kill him immediately. More likely, she would imprison him and torment him day and night without pause.
Only when Yan Shaozhe finally broke down and completely lost the courage to live would Feng Ling devour him, making him truly become one with her.
Feng Ling licked her lips, her chest rising and falling slightly as her breathing quickened. She seemed to be holding back some craving, as though she would charge over, defeat Yan Shaozhe, and take him away if circumstances allowed.
Indeed, that was exactly what Feng Ling wanted right now. But whether because of her public marriage to Zhongli Wu or the resistance from Shrek Academy, capturing Yan Shaozhe alive was impossible.
Still, Feng Ling was delighted to have found a child so perfectly suited to becoming the Holy Spirit Cult's Holy Maiden.
Especially since this girl was Yan Shaozhe's disciple, an outstanding student he had poured all his efforts into nurturing. Her martial soul was even an evil fire phoenix,