The drizzle was a hazy veil, and outside Mount Xianglu, the rain kept pouring down.
Mo Ke held a lantern in her hand, looking helplessly towards Situ Danyue ahead, waiting for her third junior sister's response, yet in her heart, she did not harbor much hope. After all, the third junior sister's personality was simply too stubborn.
Even she herself was not entirely confident she could persuade her.
As it turned out, she was not wrong, as she soon heard Situ Danyue's reply.
"Is that so? Then let me be the one to turn our master into a slave."
Slap slap!
The rain fell, obscured by the light emanating from the lantern— not a single drop touched Mo Ke's body. She furrowed her brows, her cool eyes like a flowing creek, fixated on Situ Danyue, hardly believing her own ears.
Indeed, it was worthy of her third junior sister, the most extreme case of a sickly obsession!
