Chasing Shadow's eyes were indifferent, often a single glance would make one feel as if they were in hell. Mu Qianya was also frightened that night, but after taking a few more looks at Chasing Shadow, she discerned a different sensation.
"What are you looking at?" Chasing Shadow's cold eyes fixed on her. Because this woman's identity was special, he could not lay hands on her, but her gaze had already breached his defensive perimeter.
His instinctive reaction made his hand grasp the hilt of his sword.
His voice, cold as ice, scared Feng Ling, who hastily stepped forward to pull Mu Qianya back, "Miss, don't look anymore, be careful or he..."
A sword drawn out could claim their lives in an instant!
So terrifying!
Mu Qianya shook her head with a light chuckle, "Xiao Yu won't make a move without orders."
