Stepping out from the medical hall, Su Lingyi felt as if she had been reborn in another world.
She was still alive, not devoured, and her inverted feet had returned to normal.
Everything seemed like a dream.
Or to put it another way, she had too many dreams tonight, making everything feel unreal.
Old Demon Duan didn't covet her feet, didn't torture her, didn't kill her, he just healed her and let her go?
Wasn't Old Demon supposed to cripple her feet, torment her, and then consume her as Big Medicine?
Ah?
Is this still Old Demon Duan?
But she had clearly seen the demon blade thin as cicada's wing, and his handsome face, if not Old Demon Duan then who was it?
For a moment, Su Lingyi was filled with confusion, and her feelings towards Old Demon Duan turned complex.
Logically, as a disciple of the Huangshan Sword Sect, apprentice of the most esteemed mistress, there should be an irreconcilable feud with Old Demon Duan.
