The sunset remained splendid, yet the cold of the Ice Cave of Accumulated Feathers grew even more intense.
As intense as the heat of the blood Zhou Yan spilled.
The blood on the white dress carried a scorching, boiling heat, bringing a sense of unease to Gongcheng Diewu.
She suddenly felt a fear, an unspeakable dread of the unknown.
The anticipation she originally had melted away, dissipated, like spring snow exposed under the fierce sun.
Gongcheng Diewu felt a sense of regret, regretting her impulsive decision to have Zhou Yan investigate Qing Wan's father's identity. This must have brought unimaginable harm to Zhou Yan, which might be exactly a calculation from the unknown enemy, an invisible strategy that left them defenseless.
"You... what's wrong with you, don't scare me."
Gongcheng Diewu's voice trembled, carrying fear and unease.
She watched Zhou Yan anxiously, trying to see the outcome from his demeanor.
