In a short time, experiencing the highest peak of joy in life only to fall down heavily, Han Ya became even more frightened hearing those words.
She watched Old Man Wan get ignited by the Flame spewed by the Rat Spirit, struggling and howling until he was burned alive. At the time, she felt extreme satisfaction, thinking that without this old man, she could claim Wan Mingchuan for herself.
But now, it's her turn to face the same fate.
The most terrifying thing is knowing what will happen next, yet being powerless to change it, unable to escape, only able to watch helplessly as she walks toward the dreadful end she witnessed not long ago, her heart filled with despair and fear reaching its peak, she rolls her eyes and faints.
"He truly harbors murderous intent, aims to kill," Bai Yunqi remarked softly while leaning weakly against a stout paper figure, arms crossed, quietly reminding.
Jiang Yuan stood aside, icy-eyed, quietly nodding.
