Garbed in a white robe, he was handsome with thin lips.
His gaze, however, was sinister and ruthlessly fierce.
Wei Leng, age eighteen, a Martial Artist of the Half-step Innate Realm, son of Wei Ming, the primary supervisor of the Wei Family, was the candidate in whom the entire Wei Family placed great hope. Indeed, throughout Duyang City, Wei Leng was a focal figure, scarcely inferior even to the most outstanding members of the top-tier families.
"You little beast, if you hadn't come to the Wei Family, I truly wouldn't know where to seek you. And you, this idiot, actually dare to walk here seeking your doom. Haha, today is the day you die, little beast! Dying for a woman—utter foolishness!" Wei Leng's sinister eyes stared at Jing Yan, his aura brimming with murderous intent.
"And as for this foolish woman!" Wei Leng again stretched out his hand, pointing at Liu Xiaoyue on the ground not far away.
