Wu Hen's pupils suddenly shrank, and a scar on the side of his face seeped a trickle of blood.
Turning around again, half of his face was already covered by a Silver Mask, perfectly concealing the scar.
The gauze curtain fluttered, and a tall figure stood silhouetted against the light. The wind lifted the hem of her garment, making it dance fiercely and elegantly.
The person stepped out of the darkness, and an indistinguishable face was revealed under the light, with eyes as cold and sharp as ice.
"You are Mingyue?" He had investigated everyone around the young lady, but this Mingyue remained an enigma. Her mysterious skills were beyond the laws of nature. Unexpectedly, the two confronted each other so soon.
Mingyue glanced at Yun Ya, seeing her breathing was light and without any injuries, she sighed in relief.
Only then did she coldly turn to Wu Hen, "Enough talk, today your life ends here."
