"What does that have to do with me?"
"I've read books, but I've never heard of any Dao Sect. You must be making it up to seize my body."
Pressed to the ground, Ji Xuexin's dark hair was wet, sticking to her delicate and flawless face, making her appear even more pitiful. Her exquisite, slim body was entwined with blood-colored threads, accentuating her seductive curves—a damsel in distress.
Yet even so, she bit her pearly teeth softly, still unyielding.
The Daoist nun discarded the peach branch and looked at the reflection in the mirror, saying with disappointment, "In the past, I used the sect's treasured Yin Yang Mirror to split my soul in two—good and evil coexisting—and cast it into the Rebirth Pool. I slipped through a thousand years to pursue immortal destiny."
