The space around, the atmosphere, the spiritual power, everything had changed.
A dangerous shadow arose spontaneously, clouding her heart.
In Wen Hanwei's hand, the Yuxiao Sword trembled madly, the sword sensing danger as a preemptive warning.
Her bare hand pressed down on the sword hilt, and the sword's hum ceased.
She couldn't have failed to feel the power that the man was accumulating next, enough to destroy this tiny heaven and earth.
Yet her gaze remained calm, turning to watch Baili An's profile.
Wen Hanwei suddenly made an untimely move.
Her fair and delicate hand gently lifted the hair on her shoulder, a hidden fragrance filling her sleeve, revealing a section of her pale and delicate slender neck.
She slightly tilted her head towards Baili An, utterly unguarded, even wearing a faint smile of acceptance and fearlessness, "It seems I will die here. I'm somewhat saddened about your affairs."
Wen Hanwei always acted as she wished, heedless of consequences or context.
