After enduring countless tribulations, reuniting with Chen Yi after their separation, the Immortal's heart had long since started fluttering in anticipation. On the journey back from the underworld, she had unconsciously touched the hairpin in her hair countless times.
If she were to speak of fear—yes, she was afraid. The fear still lingered. He was ultimately a man whose heart held no clarity, yet the threads of attachment were inextricably wrapped around her. Pressing down the trepidation in her heart, what remained was a fierce obsession akin to the White Tiger slaying the Red Dragon.
And besides, how could she deny that deep down, she harbored the desire to toy with Chen Yi in the palm of her hand?
He was leaving the capital, embarking on the long and winding roads of the Jianghu, teeming with Immortals of all kinds. If she didn't let him experience firsthand how Immortals manipulate mere mortals, how would he ever understand?
