How could Meng Yiren not sense the crowd's sharp gazes? Instantly, the face beneath her veil flushed red, but her eyes were filled with intense killing intent.
With that one sentence from Ye Wushuang, she feared she would never be able to clear her name.
'Bastard!'
Meng Yiren cursed inwardly, utterly mortified.
Seeing this, the corner of Ye Wushuang's mouth curled up. 'Meng Yiren has a special physique, and her future achievements will far surpass those of countless other geniuses. How can I rest easy if I don't bring her to my side?'
He had already witnessed the power of the Saber Demon Body, and according to that rascal, the Dragon Cat, the Celestial Fragrance Divine Consort Body was even stronger. So, he made up his mind: whether by force or by persuasion, Meng Yiren must be brought under his command.
'Lingxiao Pavilion needs a genius with a physique like this to become incomparably powerful!'
