The newcomer appears poised and resolute, lips pressed thin, and even in casual attire carries an aura of iron-bloodedness. Cold light glimmers in his dark, ink-like pupils—filled with doubt as he looks at Musheng.
"Ye Lin?"
Musheng's lips curled slightly as she glanced at the person half-dead on the ground from her two moves, and without any enjoyment, released his neck: "If you wanted to test me, you shouldn't have sent such a weakling."
The one she released coughed violently, managed to get up with some difficulty, bowed to Ye Lin, and then made a swift departure.
Ye Lin stood three meters away, with one hand tucked behind his back, looking at Musheng enigmatically before questioning again, "You haven't answered my question yet!"
"You're not in a position to demand answers from me." She cast a slightly mocking glance at Ye Lin, her words shocking to any onlooker.
