Inside the house.
The youth clad in a suit knocked over a pile of items, leaving the room in disarray.
In the deepest shadows, a figure stood quietly under everyone's gaze.
Even within the darkness, one could discern the distinctiveness of this silhouette.
The face was as smooth and expressionless as porcelain, the eyes, pitch black and hollow. Parts of its body were torn, revealing patches of pale blue scales.
In Tang Jin's eyes, it emanated specks of black aura—
In this room, heavy with the sins of countless claimed lives, the thing that had scared Le Wenfeng into near incontinence the day before watched in silence.
Ragged and torn all over, it resembled a lost child filled with confusion.
"What are you talking about? Brother, you can't say this just because you hate me, can you?"
