Seeing this, Ke Mingye turned his head with a displeased expression, and then froze on the spot.
His pupils shrank to the size of wheat grains.
In his eyes, half of the gem was already covered with black stains, and there were faint cracks appearing all around, flashing with a sinister halo.
It looked like... a piece of glass about to shatter.
"When did this start?" Ke Mingye asked slowly, his voice somewhat hoarse.
"A few months ago, the morning after we killed Ghosthand Buddha."
At these words, Ke Mingye's expression turned somber, and his eyes slightly shifted.
It was that very night, Bai Zini stayed outside his room, asking him to keep her company for a chat.
If he had opened the door at that time... instead of letting her ponder alone outside, would it have prevented the tendency of her Witchification?
But at that time, he hadn't yet come to this world; he wasn't the Ke Mingye he is now.
What could he have done?
