A delicate laugh resounded once more, as the sound of the zither reached its peak and suddenly halted. The ethereal woman beside the instrument circled around it with elegance and beauty unmatched, far superior to the previous demonesses.
Even Chen Yi paused slightly.
But soon, he collected himself, lowered his eyes, and tightened his grip with a clear mind, silently thinking, "Not as good as Yin Weiyin." With that, he advanced forward.
A trace of allure flickered in the eyes of the ethereal woman. A fragrant breeze carried with it swirling bamboo leaves, encircling her. Chen Yi brushed aside the bamboo leaves, and she transformed, her aura now ethereal, like mist and lightning,
transforming into the appearance of Yin Weiyin.
Damn, this move is ruthless!
