"You killed Lin Xianyong," Lin Yaqin stated coldly as she gazed at Ye Chen.
Her voice, already unusually frigid, was now ten times colder than usual.
Zhao Yunhua understood that Lin Yaqin was prepared to kill.
Ye Chen nodded. "He wanted to kill me, so I had no choice but to kill him. There was no other option."
"Yes," Lin Yaqin agreed. "You did nothing wrong."
Ye Chen was taken aback. What did Lin Yaqin mean? Was she truly going to let him go?
A wave of joy washed over Ye Chen. He recognized that he could not compete with this woman at his level, so naturally, he did not wish to engage her in combat. Although Ye Chen was not afraid of death, he had no desire to seek it out.
However, moments later, Lin Yaqin's expression turned completely icy, as if she possessed the power to freeze the world. She spoke to Ye Chen, enunciating each word clearly.
