"Master!" Wan Mingchuan watched as the opponent suddenly made a move, urgently shouted and wanted to rush forward to protect his master, but found himself unable to move!
The old woman coldly glanced at him, her lips seemed glued together and couldn't open, only letting out a low hum from her throat.
Jiang Yuan was also taken aback, especially as the opponent's bloodless pale cold hand looked delicate but was actually very strong, the long red nails pinched his wrist painfully, causing him to tremble.
When he received the task, he had considered the situation when facing the deceased's family, no matter what he was there to report a death, convey unfortunate news, and a well-loved relative was gone, the family would surely be sad and emotionally agitated.
