The man's back was both familiar and strange. In her memory, he should have had long, inky-black hair as magnificent as silk, which Sang Luo had adored. But this person had short black hair. She tried to get a better look at his face, but a BOOM went off in her head, followed by a sudden, piercing pain.
Cold sweat dripped down her face!
She quickly retracted her spiritual power. Blood was flowing from her nose and ears, nearly dripping onto the bed. She hastily used her Water Talent to clean herself up so the servants who came over wouldn't notice anything was amiss.
Meanwhile, the man in black glanced back in the direction of the bedchamber. Beneath his ghastly mask, a dark glint flashed in his cold, purple eyes.
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