From Jiang Yan's implied meaning, Song Wanxi, who had become a demon, was chained and restrained by golden talismans in the Mayfair Pavilion, should still possess considerable combat prowess.
However, she had lost her complete intelligence.
Such a beauty, utterly devoid of consciousness, had been lying dazed in this underground demon grotto for hundreds of years.
No wonder Song Hengjiang had said he didn't know whether he was being more selfish or more affectionate.
Looking at the Mayfair Pavilion, Jiang Wang couldn't define his feelings, fingers ceaselessly caressing the hilt of his sword, silently communicating with Longing.
"Why do you always fiddle with your sword?" Jiang Yan suddenly asked.
