In the dried-up Heart Lake, this woman suddenly appeared, just the face Chen Yi vaguely yearned for day and night.
However, goosebumps rose on Chen Yi's skin, a chill piercing through to his chest.
She had two hands.
Even if the face was identical, her body shape and outline were completely different. Since Chen Yi met Zhou Yitang, she had always been one-armed, and now the appearance of a "two-armed Zhou Yitang" gave him a sense of disharmony and unease.
A chilling aura.
"What does the master intend for me?" Chen Yi propped himself up with his sword and stared at her, sneering, "Are you here to claim a title?"
She lowered her gaze silently, and this sudden contemplation was just like Zhou Yitang. In the past on Cangwu Peak, Zhou Yitang was this silent, imposing an invisible pressure that made people tremble, making them confess everything obediently. When he hadn't yet become a rebellious disciple, he naturally confessed everything obediently.
