Li Chang'an, however, didn't think so.
"Daoist Ye, I suspect I saved your life."
"Shameless! You clearly ruined my Sword Dao, yet you have the gall to say you saved me!"
"Daoist Ye, don't you think those recurring dreams were a process of possession?"
"How could that be? I..."
Ye Mengxian suddenly froze and fell silent. She bit her lip, an unacceptable thought surfacing in her mind.
She had never considered possession before, only thinking it was a heaven-sent opportunity.
But...
Before Li Chang'an interfered.
She had indeed been becoming more and more like the person in her dreams, a completely different person from her younger self.
Now, however, she had reverted to some of her youthful disposition.
At this thought,
she suddenly felt a little lost.
Was the so-called Innate Sword Bone a heaven-sent opportunity, or a long, drawn-out possession?
Unconsciously, time had drawn near midnight.
Just then.
