Jiangli heard the words, his gaze shifted and fell on the woman.
Meeting Jiangli's gaze, the woman looked like a mouse that had seen a cat, as if all her fur had bristled, and she suddenly sat back, timidly avoiding Jiangli's eyes and awkwardly turned her head away.
Noticing this scene, Fu Shiyan remained silent, leaving everything to Jiangli.
"You are quite an interesting person,"
Jiangli saw the woman's action and chuckled lightly, slowly approaching, "I see that there isn't any spiritual energy fluctuation on you, you don't seem like you practice evil cultivation, but the Love Spell was your doing, who did you learn it from?"
The woman turned to the side, almost twisting her head a full one hundred and eighty degrees, unwilling to face Jiangli.
As if she hadn't heard Jiangli's voice at all.
Jiangli clicked his tongue impatiently, "You won't shed tears until you see the coffin, will you?"
The woman's body shrank slightly.
