Qing Lian's voice carried a hint of restrained fury as she addressed Luo Yin, her words laced with a cold determination.
"Rest assured, had it not been for the potential backlash from the citizens, I would have swiftly put an end to your existence," she muttered under her breath, her frustration palpable.
"However, with the irreversible demise of General Tai at your hands, any possibility of reconciliation has been utterly eradicated."
With the Lance poised high above, a formidable surge of icy energy coalesced around its tip, signifying the magnitude of power within Qing Lian's grasp.
"Troublesome," Luo Yin muttered, as the flames around him vanished.
In the next moment, he disappeared and reappeared behind Qing Lian in the blink of an eye with effortless grace.
"Drop the act, Woman," he whispered, his words sharp and commanding, before delivering a swift, yet gentle, blow to her nape.
