The Demon Sect Saintess stood motionless, waiting for a long time before finally raising her head, staring intently at the man in front of her.
For some reason, it seemed as if she had vaguely expected this in her heart, so she wasn't surprised at all.
He was the worst, usually the one who loved to counteract women... What was she thinking?
A thought out of place flashed through her mind, and Yin Tingxue abruptly stopped it, deepening the resentment in her eyes.
"Are you playing with me?"
"Rest assured, I wouldn't play with the Little Fox."
As Yin Tingxue's resentment slightly eased, Chen Yi paused and then said:
"After all, I truly don't know."
Yin Tingxue's face suddenly became even grimmer, clutching the sword in her hand that trembled. This enemy in front of her was even more hateful than when she was killing him.
