"I'll ask you one last time, are you really unwilling to even glance at me?"
Wicked Consort Lan'er cried.
In her heart, the man wasn't supposed to be like this.
In this world, is there really a man who remains unmoved by a woman's charm?
This made the men she once knew become an immovable mountain.
Wang Ye shook his head, indicating that a man must have his own principles.
With such repetition and persistence, Wicked Consort Lan'er was utterly convinced.
She no longer dwelled on it, nor demanded insistently, but quietly walked away, leaving behind a note covered in blood-written words.
It contained the true method to recognize the Yinji Divine Coffin as its master.
After Wang Ye obtained this, the stone in his heart finally dropped.
Subsequently, as he reviewed the method and attempted to establish a blood-pact with the Yinji Divine Coffin, he unexpectedly discovered that hundreds of undead had already surrounded him.
