When Zhao Chenlu's mottled figure melted completely into the silver vortex like a candle, the entire battlefield was enveloped in a deathly silence.
The conversation between Zhao Chenlu and Wang Jiu, though only a few sentences with not much content and low volume, was clearly heard by everyone present.
And then, with the intelligence index of those present, no one could miss the intimacy and even sweetness contained within those few words.
It was an utterly chilling sweetness.
Anyone familiar with Zhao Chenlu would have two impressions of this woman who was like the midday sun: one was her stunning beauty, and the other was the arrogance that matched that beauty.
