A living person's gaze is vibrant.
It might be curiosity or nervousness, but even in moments of calm, there's always a glimmer of light.
But this woman's eyes held only a dead stillness.
More chilling than a winter in the Northern Domain.
'Who is she?'
'What in the world is happening at this villa right now?'
Fang Shuwen was curious, but he was certain of one thing: this villa was likely not dangerous for him and Long Qingzhi.
The danger was for the others.
The two men locked in combat fought with increasing ferocity.
These two were also highly skilled in Martial Arts.
No wonder they spoke as if they didn't even have Ye Wufeng in their sights.
Fang Shuwen watched them trade blows. Their techniques were vicious and cunning; every move carried the air of a grandmaster.
Unfortunately, Fang Shuwen knew too little of the Northern Domain to recognize who Wang Baisheng and Feng Qiuzi were. Still, he figured they couldn't be nobodies.
