She felt as though she had had a dream, a rather distant dream, even somewhat hazy and indistinct.
His strength had now improved considerably, and most importantly, his Divine Soul had become more solid.
Lian Yue coughed loudly, her face pale, thick blood spilling from the corner of her mouth in a horrifying sight.
The only difference was that her master's eyes had always been as deep and cold as an abyss before.
Before long, in Lian Yue's private courtyard.
One step, two steps, three steps...
This time, in the dim hall, Lian Yue was still the first to awaken.
Lian Yue did not actually like them much. An avenger with hatred carved into her bones already despised such beautiful things, so how could she marvel at the beauty in life?
But now, she stared fixedly at this beauty for a long, long time.
Finally...
Time passed slowly, and the candles continued burning in the dim hall.
Lian Yue stood before the peach tree, wearing a heavy Fox-Fur Coat and holding a Brazier.
The Divine Soul in his mind even radiated a faint golden luster.
Like an exquisite piece of porcelain, she had no soul, her heart filled with nothing but thoughts of revenge.
Then all the candles flew into her sleeve, and even the wax drippings on the floor were swept away by Astral Wind, vanishing without a trace.
Wounds covered that delicate skin, bringing bone-piercing pain that nearly left her unable to stand.
In the end, beneath this withered peach tree, in this quiet courtyard, a breathtakingly beautiful woman with a pale face collapsed completely.
In fact, he seemed to have experienced what had happened this time before, within the Illusory Moon Grand Array.
Fang Yang frowned deeply, thinking incessantly. The more he thought, the stranger it seemed,