"Cough, cough. Young man, it's best to be forgiving whenever possible. If you dare kill Jingo Ichiro, you are as good as dead."
An extremely old voice rang out.
"Another lapdog?"
The light in Ye Xuan's eyes suddenly became incredibly sharp. He turned around, coldly scanning the old woman gradually walking toward him, and mocked disdainfully, "Ha, and it's a bitch too!"
"Why must young people be so arrogant when they speak? Although this old woman is aged, she is much better than a dog. I wonder, young man, how do you compare to a dog—who's stronger?"
The old woman let her hair hang loose over a sinister face, making it impossible to see her features.
A chill seemed to emanate from the hunched figure of the old woman.
Her eye sockets were deep, with a pair of sharp eyes like black glass embedded within them.
Her figure was very thin, with skin completely wrinkled together, resembling a dried-up corpse, which involuntarily inspired fear.
