The female cultivator who entered Windforest Star River alone was named He Panpan. She was the woman Luo Cheng had seen through and reprimanded, and the woman Xia Yun had seen through and mocked.
Dry twigs and fallen leaves creaked beneath her feet, and the sinister things around her opened their eyes one after another to watch their delicate new guest.
He Panpan was actually a little frightened, but when she thought of the benefits she would gain in the future, her fear promptly vanished.
She could sense something watching her, but after looking around and finding nothing, she dismissed it as her own paranoia.
She pressed her lips together, seemingly unwilling to give up, yet her eyes were unexpectedly bright.
At first, she had intended to have those Enforcement Hall disciples accompany her inside. Who would have thought they would all be so cold-blooded that they did not even care about their own hall master's life?
She thought the Jade-Scepter Young Master must have become so cold and heartless under their influence.
But that was all right. In the future, she would melt the Jade-Scepter Young Master's heart with love and teach him to appreciate the beauty of this world.
A faint smile appeared on He Panpan's face. Perhaps it was better that the Enforcement Hall disciples had not come along. That way, when the Jade-Scepter Young Master saw that she had braved the Miasma Forest alone just to save him, he would surely be deeply moved.
She also believed that, after this, Xia Jue would remember her for the rest of his life.
And she would replace Su Jiu as the most special female cultivator in his heart. In her view, love always began with that first stirring of gratitude. A beginning as promising as this was truly