"!"
Ye Qinghong's body instantly stiffened.
Her beautiful eyes widened.
Subconsciously, she felt something was amiss.
Was this really a Heart Demon?
Why did it feel so real?
The familiar figure, the familiar touch, even those deep eyes!
All were exactly the same as in the depths of her memory.
Heart Demons are cunning, but they shouldn't be this realistic.
They make one aware that it's an illusion, yet unable to break free, just like before.
So, the person before her was her master, the person she hated most, whom she had sworn to assassinate to free her four junior sisters from his clutches.
But now, had she willingly thrown herself into his arms and done such shameful things?
Swish!
Ye Qinghong abruptly retreated.
She grabbed the still dazed Green Shadow Sword and inserted it into her back scabbard.
For some reason, the Green Shadow Sword struggled slightly, even showing a hint of resentful jealousy, but Ye Qinghong had no time to feel these emotions.
