"A second personality?"
Bibi Dong's crimson lips parted slightly.
The words rolled across her tongue, leaving an overwhelming sense of absurdity.
Qian Renxue, that proud girl whom the Worship Hall had cherished like its own heart since childhood, had developed a split personality?
It was the greatest joke under heaven.
She scoffed, undisguised mockery in her eyes.
"Qian Daoliu, you're getting worse and worse at making up stories."
"The illustrious heir to the Angel Godhood, an unparalleled genius with rank-twenty innate full soul power, actually has a bloodthirsty monster living in her head?"
"Do you think I'm as easy to fool as a three-year-old?"
But when her gaze swept over Qian Daoliu's clouded old face, her mocking smile slowly faded.
Qian Daoliu offered no rebuttal.
This Peerless Douluo, who stood at the pinnacle of the continent,
now stood with his back slightly bowed, unmistakable exhaustion and heartache showing in his eyes.
He wasn't lying!
Bibi Dong's breath caught.
The floodgates of memory deep in her mind were blasted open a crack.
That brief yet profoundly bizarre encounter during the Soul Hunting Operation in the Star Dou Great Forest not long ago.
That figure in blood-red robes, twelve black-and-red wings unfurled behind him.
At the time, she had thought it was merely some extreme disguise or secret art of Qian Renxue's.
Now, looking back,
the arrogance and brutality in his every movement,
and the utterly disrespectful amusement in his eyes when he looked at her were things Qian Renxue could never have feigned.
Qian Renxue always looked at her with tangled longing and deeply buried resentment, like a little beast that wanted to approach but feared being struck.
That red-haired fellow was different.
He looked at her as though she were an equal, even a kindred soul he could tease at