"..."
The faint whisper was so relaxed.
And in the rainstorm, standing about two or three yards from the Empress, Guan Qinghan's expression remained utterly calm, only her stunning face had turned a bit pale, obviously, the Empress's terrifying aura had still caused her an irrepressible impact.
Yet even so, her heart held no fear, and her gaze grew even more resolute as she took another step forward.
"Where, exactly, is he?"
Again, that icy voice cut through the storm, becoming layers of frost and snow, drifting into the Empress's ears.
The Empress furrowed her brows, her golden pupils piercing through the rain and wind.
"Are you questioning me? But I refuse to accept threats from anyone, including cultivators. It's the same for everyone."
"Step back now, and I will spare you this time, otherwise, your death is certain."
Roar!
