The moment she saw the Demon Lord in the mirror.
Ye Qinghong's body trembled, and her lips pursed.
That cold, sharp profile drifted through a touch of confusion.
So...
Is this what is most important in her heart now?
It was no longer the Qingying Sword.
But her Master.
The words from last night turned out to be a prophecy.
She truly felt guilty.
And at this moment...
The Qingying Sword, which had been circling around the Liuli Mirror, also witnessed this scene.
"!"
It came to a sudden realization, seemingly shocked.
It couldn't understand when its master had changed her heart.
And the object of her affections was actually him?
Was it trying to compete with itself for the scorching Yang energy?
Master and sword, standing opposite each other.
Ye Qinghong shrank into the bed, burying her head in her knees, her eyes filled with confusion.
Meanwhile, suddenly, footsteps could be heard from outside.
They were so familiar.
Then...
Squeak!
The door was pushed open.
