What happens after the revelations?
Yi Lin glanced at the assassins around.
The assassins remained motionless, their breaths weak.
It seemed they had no intention of causing harm for the moment.
"Are they waiting for Junior Sister's answer?"
In the shadows, Yi Lin squinted slightly, thinking this was starting to get interesting.
...
Inside the hall.
The Southern King strode with an imposing presence, coming before Xia Xiaoman.
The two were ten steps apart.
The Southern King looked down from above, raising his chin in disdain.
Xia Xiaoman's frail body was nearly overshadowed by the elongated shadow of the Southern King. Her shoulders trembled slightly, not out of fear or loneliness, but because when the Southern King approached, Xia Xiaoman felt as if a heavy mountain weighed upon her shoulders, so heavy it made it hard for her to breathe.
"Hu—"
The Southern King saw Xia Xiaoman not answering, and relaxed his breath. At the same time, Xia Xiaoman sighed in relief.
