"Who is that woman?"
'Master is... no, impossible. I must be having a nightmare or caught in some kind of Illusion Technique!'
'Hee hee, this has to be fake!'
As Yu Xiaoyan watched the scene in the snow, her mind buzzed as if a hundred thousand Thunder Shocking Pearls had exploded in her Sea of Consciousness.
She felt an absurd sensation, as if her soul was detaching from her body, about to float away.
Pei Yuhang, the Cold Sun Sword Immortal, whose name was renowned throughout the Dao Sect for his pure love.
She had personally witnessed how fervently her master had protected her mistress after she was injured.
Yet today, that history of pure love, that unwavering devotion, all seemed to have become a joke.
'How could this be—'
Yu Xiaoyan lay in the snowy bushes, silently staring at the white landscape ahead, not even noticing the two streams of tears running down her own face.
"Yu Gu Nan, am I having a nightmare? Or am I under an Illusion Technique?"
