The three clan masters of Blood Feast noticed how indescribably different Liu Rushuang was from her usual self. They all looked visibly conflicted and at a loss.
In the past, the clan leader was elegant, classy, irreproachable, and resembled the celestial in paintings.
But now, no matter how they saw it, she was a little fake.
In general, despite looking identical, everything about her seemed to be a complete change in character.
Lin Ye looked at Concubine Hui, who wore quite the exaggerated smile, and couldn't help but furrow his brows. "Clan leader, do you still remember Blood Feast?" He asked respectfully.
Concubine Hui became instantly and completely stunned, and her smile fell. Clan leader? Blood Feast?
Was that wench the clan leader of Blood Feast?
Concubine Hui's eyes lit up even more. She remained astonished for a moment, then quickly turned her head.
