"Discovered, huh?"
Ye Zhi shook his head regretfully, pulled out the bookmark that shattered at the same time, and tossed it away: "How's the recovery? Need me to bring another one?"
"No need."
Lu BaiYan rubbed his wrist and answered coldly, "Around ninety percent—enough."
After a lengthy captivity, it was the first time he felt such an abundant sensation; divine nature was flourishing, Stigma operated smoothly, and at the same time, he felt a resonance almost within reach.
Another Great Priestess.
The one who replaced everything he had, stealing all future prospects from him.
"So dazzling."
He murmured softly, "Dazzling to the point of hate."
Why, when he fell into Hell, was there still someone who could shine brightly?
"Begin, Ye Zhi." He said, "Isn't the stage you want already so close?"
"One step further, and there's no turning back." Ye Zhi asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
