Qin Ruan's dark eyes fixed on Han Kexin, grinning coldly.
She stood up, the sadistic chill in her eyes receding. Looking at the Underworld Envoy not far away, she hooked a gentle, captivating smirk at the corner of her lips.
"You can go now, I'll keep her here. Relay my words to the Underworld King."
The Underworld Envoy lowered his gaze, glancing at Han Kexin, paralyzed on the ground, still as if someone had sealed her acupoints.
He sighed softly, bowed slightly to Qin Ruan, "Miss Qin, then I'll take my leave first."
"Go ahead."
Qin Ruan's face was gentle, demeanor elegant, showing no trace of the aura that was even more terrifying than a Puppet.
The Underworld Envoy took only a glance at her, quickly lowered his head, and gradually disappeared into the hallway.
In the vacant hallway, only Qin Ruan was left, and Han Kexin, slumped on the ground, lost in the experiences of her past life.
