Du Yunian's eyes were glazed as he staggered toward the equally befuddled Shen Fan.
Meanwhile, Shen Fan, his face flushed and his breathing ragged, uncontrollably shuffled toward the "Qi Yun" who stood there, seemingly defenseless.
The distance between the three of them was shrinking.
To the side, the spark of excitement and cruel amusement in Ling Jiao'er's eyes grew brighter and hotter.
It was as if she could already picture the lewd scene to come—a scene she eagerly awaited.
The very instant Shen Fan reached out and grabbed Qi Yun's shoulder...
POOF—
The body dissolved into a wisp of smoke.
"An Illusion Body?!" Ling Jiao'er's smug smile froze, replaced by shock.
Sensing danger, the Hehuan Palace demoness flickered. A pink radiance swirled around her as she prepared to cast the Illusionary Body Concealment Technique, a secret art of her palace, to flee.
"Hehuan Palace. You think you can mess with my Holy Sect?"
A cold sneer sounded from behind her.
