The great sorcerer always thought Yu Shijin would be the one who came.
He never expected it to be someone else.
He possessed a head of snowy-white hair and was seated in front of a gold-colored statue of a rare beast. He looked very grand and ethereal.
Su Huiqing was still clutching onto the guard who had been watching the entrance. After noticing the great sorcerer, she flung the guard to the ground.
She looked at the great sorcerer, that lovely face of hers as cold as a glacier.
"You are…" The great sorcerer looked at Su Huiqing with a puzzled expression.
"Give me back what belongs to me." Su Huiqing gazed past him, her eyes landing on the long red sword laid out behind him on the offerings table.
Her voice was steeped in ice.
The great sorcerer widened his eyes in shock as he sized up Su Huiqing. "Su Huiqing?"
