A sharp, piercing, cold sensation swept Wei Wuyin's entire body as he laughed. They belonged to two sets of eyes, Qingye Ying and Tian Xiaolu! It wouldn't be strange to say that if looks could kill, Wei Wuyin would've been sliced, crushed, likely castrated, and hanged until he was deader than dead could be.
Sounds like fun? Ridiculous!
While sending that gaze, Qingye Ying had the faintest of blushes. Unlike Tian Xiaolu, her original intent was to share the legacy, and she owed Wei Wuyin a debt of eternal gratitude. If not for his thoughts and subordinates, she would've been enslaved and used until death. She could only breathe this air, enjoy this legacy, and reach this level of cultivation solely because of him.
