Wang Li witnessed her emotional turmoil, a flicker of empathy passing through his eyes. "Miss Shi," he said gently, "I understand your desire for revenge, the need to see justice served. Right now, my own cultivation allows me to fight Ye Fan on equal footing, even with a good chance of victory. However, he remains elusive, a serpent hiding within his burrow."
He paused, a shadow of frustration crossing his features. "If I find him," he continued, his voice hardening, "I will deal with him mercilessly. By the time I'm done, there won't be a trace of Ye Fan left to mourn."
A shiver ran down Shi Feiyan's spine as she looked into his eyes. The raw intensity of his hatred mirrored her own, yet it burned with a ferocious brightness that seemed to consume him. It was both unsettling and oddly comforting.
