As Lin Qian spoke, Mu De felt as if his surroundings had undergone a dramatic transformation. This place seemed no longer like the library of the Main City Clan, but a chillingly ice cold region, penetrating deep into his bones.
The opponent's murderous intent made Mu De fearful beyond measure.
"You..." At this moment, Mu De continued to glare with wide eyes at Lin Qian, who stood before him, evidently perplexed by how terrifying the opponent's intent to kill was.
Simultaneously, a trace of doubt lingered in his mind—would this person genuinely attempt to kill him?
He was merely a First Level noble, but what about his rank? Should he be killed, wouldn't the other party worry about inciting some sort of disaster?
Yet, in the next moment, the figure before him suddenly shifted and appeared right in front of him, with a hand directly around his neck.
Boom!
