There, an exquisitely beautiful young woman stood silently. Unlike an ordinary human, a few scales glimmered with a cold, blue light, fanning out from the corners of her eyes.
The scales lent her an otherworldly, mysterious air. Beyond her stunning features, her aura was as frigid and distant as the depths of an arctic sea, making her seem utterly at odds with her surroundings.
Shen Wanshang was long accustomed to this. In a calm voice, she gave her command, "Xiyue, I have a task for you. Zhong Ming proclaims himself a Child of Heaven's Will. I want you to defeat him—using your full strength!"
At these words, Xiyue immediately rose to her feet and glanced up at Shen Wanshang.
Her eyes were as cold as winter stars. Then, she gave a slight nod, her voice perfectly placid.
"I understand."
But while her expression remained placid, everyone around her was stunned.
