Hua Lingyue gripped her slender fingers in mid-air, and the paper doll before her instantly burst, scattering into a flurry of paper scraps that fluttered through the air. She carelessly brushed the fallen bits from her shoulder and let out a cold snort. "To think that a mere Simulation Secret Realm could conjure up such bizarre monstrosities."
Her gaze shifted to Yan Jinan, who was fast asleep against a tree trunk, a flicker of mockery crossing her eyes. "The heir to the Yan Clan is truly pathetic."
As the last wisp of black mist dissipated, bright moonlight poured down. Hua Lingyue tilted her face upward. Her expression, usually worn with a gentle smile, was now cold as frost, her brows etched with an indescribable sense of detachment and indifference.
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