Zhao Changhe was still speaking: “The point was always to break free from imposed identities, wasn’t it? Your relationship with the Four Idols is just another one of those labels. Ye Wuming’s gone even further. She’s killed one of the Four Idols.”0

Ye Wuming: “…”0

Would it kill you to stop using me to provoke Jiuyou?0

Whether Ye Jiuyou was provoked or not this time was hard to tell. She merely fell silent for a while, then said, “Aside from the Four Idols… what else?”0

Zhao Changhe did not press the question of whether she would truly abandon the corpse puppets. Instead, he asked, “Do you still need the insights I showed you yesterday?”0

Ye Jiuyou shook her head. “That was enough. Any deeper, and it’d stop being mine.”0

“Tsk…” Zhao Changhe clicked his tongue in mild regret.0

Ye Jiuyou cast him a sidelong glance and chuckled. “What, are you addicted to being tormented? Or just regretting that you’ve got nothing left to keep me on the hook?”0

Zhao Changhe smiled faintly. “There will never be a shortage of...0