"Why is it like this?" Chen Muxue's voice was filled with confusion, as if she couldn't believe what was happening before her eyes.
Cen Lizhui didn't quite understand what she was referring to, so he could only comfort her, "The soul must have been here for many years, its resentment accumulated, and suddenly met you, losing control is understandable... But, you don't need to take her words to heart."
Chen Muxue, however, seemed not to hear Cen Lizhui at all. Her eyes suddenly filled with malice, "Why hers? Ridiculous, ridiculous! Who would wield a cauldron as a weapon? My name—"
Before she could finish her sentence, Chen Muxue's body suddenly began to convulse.
Cen Lizhui's pupils sharply contracted, her body was starting to collapse!
