Severing His Arm

A stone was thrown into the calm lake, creating concentric ripples.

People were astonished, and all eyes focused on the girl whose neck was gripped by the demon's hand.

The girl wore a simple long dress, had a slender figure, long hair, and tears streamed down her delicate cheeks. She struggled to breathe, moving her lips as if silently pleading for help.

The appearance and demeanor were vividly real.

No! This was a living person.

"My own daughter, could I possibly mistake her?"

"The immortal says she's fake?"

Expressions of shock, confusion, doubt, and questioning were clearly written on the faces of everyone present.

Ye Xiaowei stood indifferently, not arguing. His gaze was firmly locked onto the black-robed person emitting a chilling aura, surrounded by sinister black mist. His eyes were as cold as water, and the index finger of his left hand, with distinct knuckles, lightly rested on the sword hilt.