"Why? I want to kiss you so badly."

Your breath caught for a split second. But you are an elite warrior of Chang Bai. Your killer instinct refused to go numb.

Do not be fooled.

Your sanity screamed, dissecting the situation at lightning speed. This was clearly not your friend. This was a sickening psychological tactic. This ancient demonic soul from Lang Ling possessed no spiritual energy, so it was wielding the only weapon it had left: mind manipulation. The demon was scavenging the residual memories from its host's brain, twisting the recollections, the yearning, or perhaps Liu Bai's deeply buried, unspoken feelings from the past, and throwing them in your face as bait.

It was deliberately fabricating a disturbing illusion of intimacy to make you hesitate. It wanted you to let your guard down.

An overwhelming wave of disgust replaced your shock. Your friendship—the pure bond that had carried you through a dark childhood—was far too precious to be defiled by the cheap tricks of this parasitic creature.