Having said that, Xie Feifei covered her face and ran out.
That look, it seemed like she was overwhelmed with sadness and started to cry.
But once she ran out, she quickly lowered her hands.
Her face was ice-cold.
Those eyes, resembling venom seeping through, chilled one to the bone.
"Zhu Yinian, I indeed harbored some thoughts about keeping you like a pet by my side. But you looked down on me and even fancied the worthless Zhu Xinyue. Well, I'll just have to send you both to hell," she said coldly.
Her voice, echoing in the dark night, was like a soul-snatching noose.
...
"Master, there's still no news from Qingfeng Valley," reported Fen Nu, kneeling in the dim forest.
In front of him stood a slender figure.
Feng Shan had already changed into men's clothes, his eyebrows dark and cold, as if devouring the night itself.
He didn't speak but his overwhelming presence made it hard to breathe.
