It must be his doing. Han Qixian clenched her fists tightly and gritted her teeth together as she flew out of bed, her eyes releasing murderous intent. "He really knows how to piss me off," she murmured.
"Who are you talking about, Qixian?"
Han Qixian closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's not good to rush things. My powers are too low currently; I can't afford to make any silly mistakes," she murmured, looking at Ling Wei sharply. "Don't you dare visit hell. I don't want anything to ruin my plan. You will only be another burden if you go there." Her voice wasn't childish; instead, it sounded like an ancient voice full of majestic presence.
Ling Wei was shocked. "You..."
Han Qixian took in a deep breath, her aura calming. "Elder Sister Ling should go back to sleep; you have been here for too long," she said, her childish voice returning.
"You change quite quickly. Believe me, I will surely find out what you really are. Believe me."
