"Shut up!" Yin Baishuang raised her dark eyes, but her body instinctively retreated.
The man continued to brush the golden chrysanthemum embroidery on his sleeve, speaking startlingly: "What if I tell you... you're not going to be disappointed?"
Yin Baishuang strangely did not respond, her fingers hidden in her sleeves spasming intermittently, as if she was desperately suppressing something.
After a while, the pain and cold that had deeply rooted in her heart gradually surfaced in those apricot eyes.
The fingertips gripping the sword were pale and bluish, her voice so raw it was almost inaudible: "What... did you say?"
The man raised his finger, pointing at the Chi Demon in the Blood Pool beside him, and his smile suddenly became eerie.
"Yin Young Palace Master came here seeking Zangxin's whereabouts, specially journeying to the Abyss Realm, but is what you're searching for... truly that Mohe Zangxin?"
