The dry night wind surged, parting the clouds to reveal the moon hidden behind them.
The moonlight tinted the girl's eyebrows and eyes with a silvery-white hue, as if coated with a layer of frost, piercingly cold like snow.
This was an exceedingly stunning face, unforgettable at a glance.
Yet the imposing aura emanating from the girl forcefully overshadowed the impact of her appearance at this moment.
"Thud!"
Mang Hu's heartbeat abruptly stopped.
In the face of such a countenance, he found himself devoid of any distractions or desires, left with only fear.
"Tell me, how do you want to kill me?" Ye Wanlan's expression remained calm, "If you can satisfy me, I might just cooperate with you."
Upon hearing this, Mang Hu realized that the girl in front of him was the very Ye Wanlan he had been talking about at length, but he found it somewhat unbelievable.
Could someone who could seamlessly control their imposing presence be mingling in the underworld as a body double?
