The wicked witch Chi Liang gently exhaled, her painstaking preparation that had taken years after going through some setbacks was finally almost brought to a successful completion. She sat up straight with great effort, her charming face had turned solemn as her scorching gaze slowly swept through the entire scene. Her satisfied expression grew stronger when suddenly, a shade of amazement leaped onto the corners of her mouth.
Wen Leyang, with blood seeping from the corners of his mouth, stood up in an unstable gait. He did not try to avoid the piercing brightness at all as he stared straight at her with his flashing eyes. The red-colored scar on his cheekbone looked like it was slowly wriggling around under the reflection of the seductive flames.
