Luo Jinxiao sighed inwardly and looked up, meeting Qu Weiyin’s gaze. Oh, what cruel fate is this? she lamented silently. Is there no one else in the entire Wuhui Sect to teach this lesson? Qu Weiyin, on the other hand, didn’t seem surprised. She looked Luo Jinxiao up and down, taking in the sight of the young girl in her…
The Demon Lord was indeed a Demon Lord. Unpredictable and eccentric, her actions were beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. If she didn’t want her and even humiliated her publicly, why bother with this act of kindness? How strange. “Hey, what are you thinking about? Don’t worry, Junior Shishu Qu is known for her bad temper. If it were anyone…
Luo Jinxiao took a sharp breath and closed her eyes, feeling a sudden rush of nervousness. The surrounding noise instantly quieted, leaving only the sound of their hearts pounding. Whether it was from shock or their close proximity, neither could tell. A long moment passed, so long that Luo Jinxiao’s legs began to ache. Finally, Qu Weiyin took a step…
Three words echoed in Luo Jinxiao’s mind: Don’t. Dare. Move. “Hey, wake up,” Luo Jinxiao called out, attempting to rouse the unconscious girl, but it was no use. Qu Weiyin seemed to be enduring immense pain. Her grip on Luo Jinxiao’s arm tightened, making it almost impossible to breathe. Her face was as pale as snow, and even her lips…
“W-what?” Everyone was stunned, including Luo Jinxiao herself. Wuhui Sect only accepted the most exceptional disciples, and while she mysteriously gained spiritual roots in this life, her spiritual power was still weak. By normal standards, she shouldn’t have been able to step foot in the Wuhui Sect. Just as the man was about to speak, Luo Jinxiao coughed lightly, suppressing…