The temperature inside the room dropped again, as if they were in an ice cellar.
Ye Lian's wide-open eyes underwent a bizarre transformation.
Blood vessels gathered gradually towards the center, yet kept dispersing from there as well.
Veins on her body became more distinct, while her skin grew even paler, like fine lines emerging on exquisite porcelain.
She resembled a fragile and delicate, red-eyed doll.
Yet, she was also like an extremely dangerous creature, her splayed fingers ready to tear any being in front of her to shreds.
These two utterly different sentiments combined to form the Ye Lian of the present.
The intensity of the spiritual fluctuations caused even the spiritual connection between Ling Mo and her to waver slightly.
Soon, Ling Mo felt that, though the spiritual connection wasn't severed, it was blocked!
He could sense the connection was still there, but couldn't locate it amidst the storm of spiritual fluctuations!
