"Refine him! Refine him—!"
Perhaps due to an overwhelming surge of emotions, Chunyu Zhi's voice sounded sharp amidst its clarity.
This was a seemingly baseless intense emotion. Perhaps upon seeing a second person who shared her fate, and recalling her own past experiences, Chunyu Zhi not only did not feel sorrow, but instead inexplicably felt a sense of pleasure, wishing to witness even more tragic circumstances and outcomes.
Or perhaps it was due to her long-term confinement within the法剑, during this escape of ninety thousand miles, the only people she had seen up close were Chu Weiyang and Miss Qinghe—one a root of the Ancient Demon Sect, the other a direct disciple of the Jin Yuan Sect. After witnessing so many tricks from the ghostly realm and the gloomy thoughts of the mortal world, it was inevitable that she would be influenced.
At this moment, Chunyu Zhi resembled a child who, after being influenced by her surroundings, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, coming up with similar schemes, eager to show off and attract the attention of elders and friends, seeking their praise.