Perhaps Ye Jiuyou had never imagined that she would one day share a precious artifact with someone in such an effortless way, tossing it back and forth like it did not matter whose hands it was in, as though what was his was hers and what was hers was his. Sure, this particular treasure had been rendered half-useless by Ye Wuming’s interference, and if it had been something she could actually use, maybe she would not be so generous. But still, she had to admit: This feeling was new and special.0

At the very least, it proved that their partnership had survived its first real test. Which, for a demon god known for chaos, was something bordering on the unbelievable.0

Ye Jiuyou knew she could not trust anyone. No one had ever truly trusted her either. An experience like “you respected me, so I won’t betray that” was something she had never had, not once in two entire eras.0

But the truth was… her cooperation was not all that sincere. She still planned to kill Zhao Changhe. Once their collaboration was over, he would have to die. If...0