"How could you possibly know?" Si Yan lifted her head, her eyes icy cold, a hint of killing intent within them.
Her heart, too, was sinking bit by bit, along with the past and secrets she was unwilling to reveal—the secret of her being a transmigrator in a novel. At this moment, there was nowhere to hide.
Bai Feng's pupils seemed to still be changing, exerting immense pressure. He spoke indifferently, "You've changed many things in this world. However, its original, intended trajectory is the cornerstone of this world's destiny. Be careful. If you destroy the world's destiny, you might destroy the world itself."
Past and future shifted in his eyes. Slowly, his pupils returned to normal, no longer frightening, yet deeply captivating.
A faint smile played on Bai Feng's lips; he was unconcerned by the slight killing intent she released.
"Little female, you have many admirers," he said, rolling the words 'little female' around in his mouth, his tone tenderly affectionate.
