The sharp sword point was aimed directly at Jun Xiaoyao's forehead.
Jun Xiaoyao's expression was indifferent.
Swish!
In the end, the sword stopped three inches before Jun Xiaoyao's forehead.
Ling Yuan's jade-like hand trembled slightly.
An indescribable feeling made her extremely conflicted, her emotions mixed.
Anger, shame, hatred, confusion, perplexity.
All kinds of emotions churned in Ling Yuan's heart.
Her heart had never been so chaotic.
Ling Yuan had always been aloof, standing above others.
In her view, supreme power and peak cultivation were the things she should pursue.
Everything beyond that was insignificant.
Even matters that are highly valued by women, such as love, were deemed trivial.
Because of this, she could ignore the Ancient Emperor's pursuit and even sneer at it.
But now, this man, who was her destined enemy, had entangled her in such a complex way.
Ling Yuan's heart was confused for the first time.
However, just as Ling Yuan was torn.
