The index finger curled, lifting the youth's chin.
This gesture fully exposed her queenly demeanor. He didn't dare to struggle, while she simply stared straight into the boy's eyes, her finger moving from the chin towards his neck, pausing on the bulging vein at the side.
A cool clarity poured over him, then surged toward his Dantian, but the woman's eyes were filled with confusion.
"No, there's no switch; could it be that he's picked up a lot of filth in these past years? His Primordial Spirit is full and his Divine Soul is abundant; there are no obvious traces of body hijacking."
"Could it be Demon Night... impossible, it's said that Demon Night True Monarch is carefree and suave all his life, not indulging in restraint, and even that Devil Immortal couldn't escape his poison. His confidantes are spread all over the world, documented to be no fewer than ten. If it were him here, he would have taken action long ago."
