Shang Miaoyan watched the White-clothed Sword Immortal fly away on his sword, her spirits soaring.
Today, she had gotten what she wanted.
She felt her Dao Heart rejoice, her thoughts flowing unimpeded.
But... there was still one little peeping mouse that needed to be dealt with.
The crimson lotus pattern flickered in Shang Miaoyan's eyes once more, a stark contrast to the excitement and craving she'd shown when facing Pei Yuhang.
This time, the blooming of the crimson lotus signified brutality and cruelty.
...…
Yan Yaoyao covered her mouth as she watched Pei Yuhang fly away on his sword.
Before she knew it, she was drenched in sweat, her dress clinging tightly to her skin.
'I never would have imagined Pei Sword Immortal was that kind of man.'
Yan Yaoyao clutched the Memory Stone in her hand and steadied her rapid breathing.
She looked at the Memory Stone, licked her lips, and felt her mouth grow even drier.
