Yin Tingxue was deeply asleep.
Looking at her now, her small face still bore that youthful innocence, unchanged from when Chen Yi last saw her years ago. Her body remained just as petite, not even growing a bit. As for her bust, it was still at the same level as Min Ning's shoulder.
Yet, despite this, the unique aura Yin Tingxue had when she appeared was enough to startle Chen Yi.
After all, she was the woman who killed him in a previous life. It was impossible to be completely unaffected, although there was no overwhelming pressure from their bloodline connection.
Chen Yi lowered his head to gaze at her. He wondered if it was an illusion; being the Demon Sect Saintess, her brow had become much fiercer, as if filled with a perpetual and unshakable anger and sorrow.
Compared to the compliant Little Fox of the past, the current Demon Sect Saintess was undoubtedly distant and unapproachable, and moreover…
"She harbors murderous intent towards you."
