Upon hearing the name "Xi Jiuye," Ye Lingyue paused.
It's that person again; from their first meeting to this sudden encounter.
Every time she heard that name, Ye Lingyue felt a strange sensation pass through her heart.
The sensation wasn't painful or uncomfortable, more like an illusion that makes one's heart race, fleeting and not truly present, yet it could strike unexpectedly at any moment.
"It's too late, we've already crossed paths, and I was defeated."
Reluctantly, Ye Lingyue had to admit that Xi Jiuye's strength was like a mountain far too high to climb, one she could not overcome.
Her unwillingness lay dormant like a caged beast, eager to break free at every turn.
Ye Lingyue could not understand why she was so vexed by falling short against Xi Jiuye.
She had encountered others more powerful than her.
