The black-clothed disciple kneeling before her wished he could bury his head deep into the floor below, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably.
It was as if he wasn't facing a national beauty, but rather some indescribable, horrifying monster.
Just carelessly looking up for a glance
would cause his head to burst and kill him instantly.
Ke Yulan was currently using the candle on the table to examine the contents of the letter, and as she read, her distant mountain-like eyebrows knit slightly, "For three hundred years, we've weathered many storms. I never expected that after breaking through the Heavenly Deceit Realm shortly, I would actually die in such a small place like Jiangzhou."
"There's also Pang Shan, Lian Qing, Mu Yuyan... I was quite fond of these youngsters."
Ke Yulan sneered twice.
She seemed to sigh, shaking her head slightly.
She crumpled the paper into a ball and fed it to a blue-eyed white-haired little fox beside her.
