"Chen Yi, are you sure she really is Yin Tingxue?"
Donggong Ruoshu drifted over nervously and landed in front of Chen Yi.
She lowered her voice, and as she spoke she kept sneaking glances inside, as if afraid the Demon Sect Saintess in there would suddenly rush out and tear her apart.
This place was so bizarre that she feared she wouldn't even get to be a ghost when she died.
And the Yin Tingxue before her now had a completely different temperament; compared with the girl Chen Yi used to call "Little Fox," they were as different as heaven and earth. Aside from the face, there wasn't much resemblance.
Yet the face was the easiest thing in the world to deceive people with.
"Chen Yi, don't let her fool you. For all you know… what's in there might be some evil spirit." Seeing he didn't answer, Donggong Ruoshu urged him quickly.
Chen Yi came back to himself at her words, shook his head with a wry smile, wanting to say something, but after thinking it over, still didn't answer.
