Yu Gu Nan's consciousness felt like it was soaring into the clouds via Sword Control, then diving back down from the highest heavens—an experience of ultimate bliss and sublime madness.
For someone tasting the forbidden fruit for the first time, it was far too intense.
It was so intense that she quickly passed out cold.
In a daze, she suddenly heard someone softly calling her name.
The gentle voice was like a refreshing breeze, yet it also carried a desolate, sorrowful chill.
"Master?"
When Pei Yuhang saw his disciple finally waking up, he was overjoyed.
But then he looked at his young disciple, wrapped in his own coat to hide her violently torn clothes and the bruised handprints beneath. The guilt in his eyes was beyond measure.
He even considered running himself through with a sword and ending it all.
He no longer knew how he was supposed to face his disciple and his Dao Companion.
