"You vixen, provoking me, are you!"
"Junior Sister, she's no longer the Si Nanyan we once knew," Bai Luqiu said, pulling Liu Qingdai back and reminding her.
Liu Qingdai quickly composed herself. Bai Luqiu had already told her that Wen Zhixing had killed Si Nanyan. The Si Nanyan before them was no longer the same person.
"Si Nanyan..." Liu Qingxuan's gaze also turned towards Si Nanyan.
His rival, who had contested with him for so many years. To think she had now become a puppet of his own disciple—this was somewhat poignant. How wonderful! After this moment of reflection, Liu Qingxuan praised aloud. It was just a pity that Wen Zhixing was nowhere to be found; otherwise, he would have showered him with more praise.
"Eh? Why does this person seem..." By Liu Qingxuan's side, Xiang Yanwen, who had been silent all this time, felt something strange about Si Nanyan. Why does her aura feel so wrong?
