The corners of her blood-stained lips curved into a smile.
It was not the relief of surviving a calamity.
But the ecstasy of embracing rebirth!
She knew, from the moment she stepped out of the iron cage.
The innocent and sentimental fisher girl had died.
In her place was.
The cold and unfeeling Youluo Palace's grand witch, Feng Lingxue, willing to do anything, capable of everything, for the sole purpose of killing that man in her remaining life!
.....
"Lingxue, are you recalling those painful times?"
Bai Feng spoke calmly, breaking the silence.
"Painful or not, to Lingxue, it is merely a memory, nothing more."
Feng Lingxue's voice was equally indifferent.
The cold and estranged aura between the master and disciple surprisingly resonated with each other at this moment.
"The scenes of you in the Human Gu House still often appear in my mind,"
Bai Feng sighed lightly, "Lingxue, you know, there are some things you have let go of, but I cannot."