A deathly silence, lasting half a minute,
Wang Xinfei muttered a question, her voice slightly hoarse, utterly unlike her usual self.
A few days ago, the three of them had seen Huazhu multiple times.
Being a mysterious Spirit Fond of the Witch Clan, it was hard not to notice her.
Also, she was the existence that Ye Hanjun was willing to bind with a contract imprint after setting foot in Canghai Pavilion.
Before they became disciples, the three of them would only consider these actions absurd and incomprehensible.
But after becoming disciples, they all felt that Master Han definitely had preparations in mind and maybe they could truly cleanse their dull spirits to reveal the true Spirit Fonds of the Witch Clan someday.
Who would have thought.. this day would come so quickly?
Swallowing her saliva, Su Mei looked as though she had fallen into a dream, staring blankly at Huazhu, unable to say anything for a long time.
