Su Jing's snow-like visage finally showed a crack.
She swiftly pulled out a Qiankun Bag from her bosom and quickly checked it with her spiritual sense. In the next moment, her expression turned extremely unsightly.
"You're angry just like that?" Yin Baishuang pointed at Baili An and mocked, "Don't rush to lash out, all these treasures were destroyed by his own hands. If you want to kill him, it's your freedom, but remember he's the one who saved you from the Demon Vine."
Su Jing stood with her sword, not giving Baili An on the ground another glance, and said coldly, "Yin Baishuang, can you be any more childish?"
Yin Baishuang's eyes widened, seemingly surprised by her calmness, and she snickered, "You've quite changed your temper."
Suddenly, a chill flashed across her wrist.
A cold, damp hand gripped her wrist.
Yin Baishuang came back to her senses and, looking down with a cool gaze, encountered the youth's deep black brows and eyes.
