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"The Demon Lord's second disciple?"
Han Lingxuan was taken aback, sizing up the other party, who had already stuffed a letter into her hand.
A thick stack.
Upon opening it, she found a piece of jade inside, and it was even a Shadow Recording Jade.
Why would the Demon Lord's second disciple give this to me, the prince's consort?
Han Lingxuan couldn't figure it out; as sharp as she usually was, she looked at the other party cautiously before activating the Shadow Recording Jade.
In an instant, two images appeared in her mind.
In the images, a commanding figure stood tall by the lakeside.
His hair was wildly tossing in the wind, and his eyes were piercingly cold.
By his side, the lake was calm and beautiful, like a mirror without a single ripple.
It was none other than the Blood Rain Sect's Demon Lord, and at his feet knelt two figures.
