Ning Xiang watched Mingyuan charge headlong into the demon beasts. At a time like this, why was he still trying to look cool?
Her head hurt as though it would split apart, and countless fragments of memory surfaced in her mind.
When she was twelve, her parents had brought her to the Eastern Sea. She had naively assumed they were there to visit friends and had happily treated the trip as a holiday.
Standing on Dad's Mountain-Splitting Saber, she had flown freely over the sea. For some reason, something had drawn her in a particular direction.
Thinking back now, it must have been Ghost-Crying Island.
But she had never landed on Ghost-Crying Island, because Mountain-Splitting had plunged headfirst into the Sea of No Delusion with her aboard.
Ning Xiang could not understand why a handsome young man was lying on the seabed.
Even now, she still did not know.
But that had not stopped Mountain-Splitting from shaking its blade as though its life depended on it. Ning Xiang had completely forgotten that she had watched "Eastern Palace" and "The Thing in the Palm," and failed to grasp the lesson that one should never casually pick up men. She had hauled him onto Mountain-Splitting and brought him ashore.
Back then, she had still been innocent enough not to know she should take advantage of the young man. She had merely stroked his face over and over.
When Ning Xiang turned away to rummage for medicinal pills, she did not notice that the young man had awakened.
"Are you Shangyang's daughter?"
Ning Xiang regarded the young man warily.
He bent one long leg and sat up. "Who else but his precious daughter could fly around freely on True Lord Shangyang's treasure?"
Ning Xiang felt smug. Wasn't she the apple of her dad's