Ye Zi's pupils reflected the visage of this solitary soul.
Long hair, a blue robe, a youthful face, but eyes filled with bewilderment.
Ye Zi suddenly became more agitated, unable to stop herself from covering her mouth and nose, crying, lips trembling endlessly, calling out 'Big Brother.'
Somehow, the chill in Wang Jixuan's heart gradually faded.
Though he knew that the woman before him had stained her hands with the blood of countless innocent beings;
Though he also understood that Ye Zi should be a Spirit Cultivator of several thousand years;
At this moment, at least on this matter, Ye Zi did not seem to be pretending.
She was crazily infatuated with the cultivator named Wang Jixuan.
Ye Zi, disregarding her soaked body, used magic to cradle Wang Jixuan's solitary soul to the bedside, gently laying it down.
Then...
