In a gloomy palace of the Holy Spirit Cult in the Far North, Leng Yulai crouched on the floor in a daze.
She stared at the Wind Baboon before her, its entire body black and red and its eyes crimson, while her whole body trembled nonstop.
After exhausting every means at her disposal, confirming over and over that this Wind Baboon was Yun Ming, the man she yearned for day and night and loved almost to madness, confirming that the soul dwelling within his body was indeed Yun Ming's, she nearly went mad with excitement.
But after the excitement came an almost twisted anguish.
The soul of her idol, her beloved, Yun Ming-the most handsome, most charismatic, most powerful man on the entire Douluo Continent-was actually locked inside the body of such an ugly monkey.
This was an insult to Yun Ming. This monkey was unworthy of bearing Yun Ming's soul.
How could the man she, Leng Yulai, longed for with all her heart be a monkey?
Just thinking about it nearly drove Leng Yulai mad, nearly made her fall apart.
The person she loved most was right before her, within arm's reach, yet she could not have him, possess him, or let Yun Ming fill her completely. The feeling was too painful.
She could do nothing with him.
And so, over these past few days, the thoughts of the Black Phoenix, the Evil Phoenix, had constantly tormented her soul. Her obsession crept into her heart bit by bit, completely devouring her last shred of reason.
At last, an utterly insane idea took shape in her mind:
She would help Yun Ming, and help herself as well.
Yun Ming needed strength. He needed to become powerful again before he could take revenge on the person who had stolen his soul.