"Only then can I express even a fraction of my intent and fulfill the Immortal Edict!"
The moment she finished speaking, Jiang Yang realized something was wrong.
It was not just Tai Pei'er's words. Her attitude was deeply strange as well.
She had been perfectly fine a moment ago, yet in the blink of an eye, she had changed into someone frighteningly unfamiliar.
When she failed to answer his calls, Jiang Yang hurriedly reached out to stop her from bowing, forcibly lifting her face at the same time. Their eyes met, and his heart abruptly clenched.
Tai Pei'er's lovely face was utterly serene, her eyes clear and free of even a trace of murkiness. It was as though every thought in her heart had arisen naturally. Her gaze held nothing but reverence, and every movement resembled an audience with a supreme profound lord.
Was this a fate divine power? Or had she inadvertently touched something... and forged a connection with some existence?
In that instant, Jiang Yang felt a chill run down his spine. This insidious transformation closely resembled the conditions described in the ancient texts.
It was often said that Purple Mansion divine powers could throw destiny into disarray and manipulate people's hearts, but Jiang Yang had never truly felt what that meant. After all, he had always lived under his sect's protection, and its True Person would not use divine powers on him without cause. Thus, he had never sensed the sinister currents beneath those tranquil waters.
Now, someone familiar to him had changed in a single breath, reminding him of an old acquaintance—Fang Xu.
Jiang Yang had no time to ponder what had become of that man. He abruptly activated Conjoined Branch within his body and barked:
"Wake up!"
Smack!
Still fearing it was not enough, Jiang