Lu Sangjiu's final, familiar-looking expression lingered in his mind. For some unknown reason, when Cangming glanced back at the tightly shut door, he suddenly lost all interest.
In the end, he did not enter Ye Zhiyao's room after all. Instead, he turned and left.
Seeing this, the guard standing watch at the door couldn't help but speak up. "Sect Leader, this woman..."
Cangming's tone was indifferent. Without turning his head, he tossed out, "Just keep her locked up. Don't let her escape, and don't make things difficult for her."
'After all, her appearance is so similar. Perhaps on some quiet, lonely night, she could still offer me a measure of comfort.'
Lu Sangjiu's body, which had been reshaped by the Bodhi Pearl, seemed to be more resilient than an ordinary person's.
She had never been so severely injured before, so this trait wasn't obvious. This time, however, she had been beaten half to death by Cangming, yet after just one night, she already felt much better.
