"Mo, Mo Xiaolan?"
Wu Yiren stared blankly at the spirited woman in front of her.
The woman's features weren't perfect, but her heroic aura was particularly captivating, coupled with her tall stature and long legs.
Just standing there, she made people entranced; even as a woman, one couldn't help being charmed by her charisma.
But!
What she wanted was Brother Lan Yin!
Why did her Brother Lan Yin turn into a woman?!
Wu Yiren felt like her soul was about to shatter, dazedly looking at Mo Xiaolan, as if everything she experienced in the Zhenyang Sect turned into a dream.
The handsome, gentle Brother Lan Yin, the one with the warm smile, it was as if he never existed.
Could it be...everything was just my illusion?
"Yiren, are you okay?"
A soft voice came to her ears, somewhat like Brother Lan Yin, but much more delicate, undeniably a woman's voice.
Mo Xiaolan untied the Immortal-Binding Rope on Wu Yiren and reached out to help her up, but Wu Yiren suddenly pushed her away.
