Luo Mingye stared at the leather-bound book in her lap, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird.
The silver-white glow of her Yin sword, hidden deep within her soul, seemed to shimmer faintly in the air, reacting to her agitation.
Her fingers trembled as she peeled back the cover, the parchment feeling neither like paper nor skin, but something ancient and immutable.
The first lines she read were written in a script that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
[What a beautiful day]
[I, Ye Feng, actually transmigrated in a novel I once read, not to mention as a minor young master villain who would die at the hands of the protagonist because I looked at his woman]
"Eh? Transmigrated?" Luo Mingye's brow furrowed, her green eyes narrowing in confusion. "Could it be an old Supreme who decided to take over another person's body? A 'Possession' case?"
