Shang Miaoyan looked at the Golden Sun Mark on her chest. Drawing upon her mastery of the Yin Yang Dao, she finally saw through its secrets.
"Is this… a Demon-Planting Mark you created with the Yang Emperor Heart Scripture?"
Her full, red lips curled into a smile, as if she were suppressing some kind of joy.
"Pei Yuhang, as a Righteous Sword Immortal, don't you despise the underhanded methods of Yin Yang Dao Cultivators like myself? So why have you gone and cultivated this same underhanded Demon-Planting Mark to use against me?"
"Why don't you join my Yin Yang Sacred Land, Pei Sword Immortal? Then I can be the Saintess, you can be the Saint Son, and we can become Dao Companions. It would be a celebrated tale for the Cultivation Realm."
Faced with Shang Miaoyan's mockery, Pei Yuhang simply assumed she had fallen into his trap and was now struggling helplessly with mere words.
