Zhao Chenlu was completely at a loss.
As a 17-year-old senior who had witnessed many ups and downs, such bewildered experiences had become extremely rare, and the few times she remembered were all life-altering events.
Such as witnessing the invasion of the Demon Race, where billions of beings were engulfed in flames.
Such as the first meeting with Wang Jiu, when he shattered her technique with three strikes in human form.
And when the Celestial Divine Sword first arrived in Jiuzhou, the pure white long sword emanated unparalleled beauty, leaving an eternal mark on everyone's Primordial Spirit.
And now, hearing Zhao Lingbo's confession, Zhao Chenlu felt as if she had returned to those jaw-dropping times of the past.
"You... betrayed me just to make me scold you and punish you?"
After speaking, even Zhao Chenlu felt impressed. The restrictions she placed on Zhao Lingbo didn't limit her actions but directly restrained her mind, with two conditions.
