"Senior Sister, why has your hair turned white?!"
Ying Ming Hao stared in shock at Ye Hua's snow-white hair, a wave of heartache and tenderness rising within him.
He reached out with his right hand and gently stroked her hair, as though afraid of hurting her.
Yet under Ying Ming Hao's concerned gaze, Ye Hua merely answered lightly, "It's just a result of practicing my cultivation method. A trifling matter, nothing to worry about!"
Only she knew that her white hair had not truly come from practicing her cultivation method. It stemmed more from the unspeakable pain and torment deep within her heart, all of it caused by Ying Ming Hao.
Standing beside them, Huang Rong moved her lips a few times, seemingly about to speak. But the moment she met Ye Hua's blade-sharp gaze, she swallowed the words on the tip of her tongue.
After all, she knew Ye Hua's temperament far too well. If she revealed the truth, she would likely touch the dragon's forbidden scale and invite a vicious scolding, or even punishment.
Ying Ming Hao naturally noticed something amiss, but he did not expose Ye Hua's pretense. Instead, he deliberately put on an astonished expression and praised her. "So that's it! No wonder your cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, Senior Sister!
Once I return to the sect, I'll have to find a chance to exchange a few moves with you." With that, he gave Ye Hua a challenging smile.
Then Ying Ming Hao turned his gaze toward Gu Yanchen and the others nearby and asked curiously, "So, who are these people?"
He had already set his sights on Gu Yanchen's group. They had all returned travel-worn alongside Ye Hua and seemed to obey her every word.
"They're servants I took in. Now that