Xiaoguang looked at Qin Ruan, being indifferent, and he was resentful.
Qin Ruan's gaze was cold as ice looking at him.
She always held a superior view in front of the evil spirits, each of her casual glances carried an inexplicable dignity.
Under the oppressive force that was making his soul unstable, Xiaoguang gritted his teeth and said, "The hidden demons and puppet monsters are restless, and one day, the border between the Netherworld and the Mortal World will weaken. The chaos of both the Yin and Yang worlds will then be unimaginable."
Qin Ruan's red lips slightly curled and she chuckled, "What are you trying to say?"
Xiaoguang didn't expect her to be indifferent, his nose flared slightly, and his eyes filled with indignation.
The envoy beside him kept pulling on Xiaoguang with the soul-locking chain, silently urging him not to waste time.
"Beware of the Yin Yang Sect."
Those were Xiaoguang's final words to Qin Ruan before he left.
Yin Yang Sect?
