Her eldest senior sister had the coldest bearing of all. Ordinarily, she detested worldly affairs most, standing apart from the world and disliking conflict.
Yet now she stood beside her master, the Azure Shadow Sword in her hand, wisps of sword qi radiating from her body, yielding to no one.
She seemed ready to cleave through everything, seize their master, and become their master's wife.
Seeing this, Lian Yue smiled faintly, a trace of relief showing deep within her peach-blossom eyes.
As expected of her eldest senior sister, who had never yielded to anyone in her life. She believed that, with her eldest senior sister's pride and talent, as long as she wanted to fight for him, no one could take their master away.
"How wonderful..."
She murmured softly, then likewise stood beside Fang Yang, trying not to act any differently than usual. She merely looked calmly at her eldest senior sister, then at her master's back.
Her heart held satisfaction, but also threads of disappointment and sour bitterness.
That bitterness was exactly the same as in the Water-Mirror World, like a seed taking root and sprouting deep within her heart.
It would never wither.
Clearly, an obsession was ultimately an obsession, and a Dao heart was ultimately a Dao heart. It had been so in the illusory world, and it was the same in reality!
Meanwhile.
Rumble!
Dharma forms trembled, and dark clouds churned.
Unlike Fang Yang, who was sipping tea with effortless composure.
Amid the raging wind, torrential rain, and dark clouds, the Hehuan Sect Master, the Ghost Lantern Sect Master, and the Corpse Controlling Sect Master were leading a group of demonic path disciples in a fierce battle against the tree demons.
Not one of those who had reached this stage was an ordinary figure. They