Shen Juefeng slowly raised his head, a chilling coldness emanating from his murky eyes, enough to cause one's heart to palpitate.
The smell of alcohol on him was still intense, yet there was not the slightest hint of intoxication. Rather, it seemed like a sword drawn from its scabbard, sharp and threatening.
Those murky eyes slowly shifted, finally landing on Liu Rushuang, who was kneeling on one knee.
"The most poisonous is the heart of a woman..." Shen Juefeng's voice was soft, yet it made Liu Rushuang tremble all over, "You should know what you've done."
He slowly raised his right hand, a wisp of dark light gathering in his palm.
The light seemed weak, yet it twisted the surrounding space.
Liu Rushuang's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembling as she wanted to argue, but she found herself unable to utter a sound.
"Stop!"
Shen Lieyang's eyes widened with rage, and regardless of his inner turmoil, he forcibly mobilized all his spiritual power.
