"Silly Luo Yi... why do this?"
Ye Lingyue's eyes were a bit wet.
Becoming a spirit puppet, Luo Yi could at least live, but if refined with Xue Zhong, she would essentially be dead.
"If he dies, my heart dies too. Rather than living like a walking corpse, I'd rather be with him forever."
Luo Yi finished speaking and coughed severely, golden blood trickling from her mouth.
Inside her body, waves of intense pain surged; she knew her end had come.
In Luo Yi's mind, fragmented images began to appear.
Back then, she had just passed the examination and joined the Inner Sect.
Parting with her companions left her feeling lost and anxious.
She only knew to train diligently every day on Hua Feng.
She still remembered that day at the foot of Hua Feng, in the golden afterglow, she practiced her sword skills.
For some reason, no matter how she practiced, it was always wrong.
A clear, teasing voice drifted into her ears from somewhere.
