Just as doubt and alarm churned in Tang San's heart...
Red Ning, now dressed in the red qipao, slowly turned around.
The moment Oscar and Ma Hongjun saw Red Ning's face, they froze.
Her entire bearing had changed.
Her previously pale, expressionless face now held a trace of living vitality!
The corners of her mouth rose slightly, and an extraordinarily complex light flickered in her eyes.
But this vitality was nothing like that of the spoiled, willful little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect she had once been.
It carried the depth of someone who had seen through the vicissitudes of life, along with the eerie air of someone who could toy with everything in the palm of her hand.
But that living vitality did not last long.
Only a few seconds passed.
Then the expression on Red Ning's face suddenly froze again, returning to the emotionless rigidity of a vengeful ghost.
Immediately afterward, that eerie vitality abruptly broke free and reclaimed her face.
Rigidity and vitality, blankness and cunning.
Two utterly different emotional states frantically intertwined and alternated on Red Ning's face.
The corners of her eyes twitched violently, as though two different consciousnesses inside her were fighting for control of this body.
This eerie scene continued for several long minutes.
Finally, the struggle on her face stopped.
As though a perfect balance had been reached, those two currents of living vitality settled harmoniously and permanently onto her face.
Red Ning lowered her head and raised her hands, slowly clenching and unclenching them before moving her stiff neck and shoulders.
Then, in an extremely low tone that sounded nothing like a young girl's voice, she inexplicably said something.
"How strange..."
Tang San and the other two, standing behind her, heard those words clearly.
Oscar and Ma Hongjun