"???"
Hua Lianyue was momentarily stunned, a look of confusion spreading across her pale, distressingly beautiful face.
Her senior martial sister!
The very person who, apart from a few junior martial sisters, disregarded everyone else in the world, wholly devoted to the sword, would one day stand against her, sword drawn.
And for the sake of that cruel and bloodthirsty demon no less.
It was something she could never have anticipated.
And furthermore...
What did it mean to willingly become the Mistress?
She might not understand, but she was profoundly shocked.
The night was like a veil, the pavilion bathed in a gentle breeze, everything so tranquil and calm.
Ye Qinghong, clad in a green robe, her hair fluttering in the wind, held the Ice Shadow Sword in her pale, icy hand, her lips pressed tightly together.
At that moment, she also noticed Hua Lianyue's astonished and shocked gaze, realizing that what she was doing might be somewhat inappropriate.
