C53 The Purpleeyed Bewitchment

Hearing the deep timbre of Jun Lindao's voice, Lo Shuihua could sense his plunge into the depths of despair. A sly smile crept onto her lips as she silently mused, "A cripple? Impossible. I witnessed it entering your body with my own eyes..."

In the pitch-black void, Lo Shuihua's gaze shimmered, casting two faint glimmers. Had Jun Lindao not been engulfed in his sorrow