"Could you tell me where your extra three hundred years of memories are from then?"
Ye Qingtang looked expressionlessly at this seemingly gentle but actually oppressive fox-faced man.
"I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying. There's nothing extra in my memories. You must be mistaken." She could sense the situation turning strange.
She had already proven that she wasn't a clone but…
Why did she get the feeling that… these people from the Temple of Paragon were treating her as the reincarnation of their Holy Lord?
She had no choice but to pose as the Holy Lord of Shadows previously, but was she supposed to pose as the Holy Lord of the Temple of Paragon now?!
The heavens didn't give her enough guts to do that.
No matter how powerful the Temple of Shadows was, it was just a mere ant to the Temple of Paragon. Further to that, she didn't understand much about the Second Domain, let alone the elusive Temple of Paragon.