Shu Ci's eyes, devoid of spirit, silver-gray pupils suddenly seemed to be infused with real life.
The long eyes blazed like fire as she gazed distantly into Baili An's eyes and smiled faintly, "Your eyes are telling me that even you don't believe you will survive today after facing me. I'm very curious, what drives you to dare stand before me and fight me?"
Baili An parted his lips, about to speak, but he had underestimated her capricious and overbearing nature; she acted like an unreasonable, autocratic child, posing questions but giving him no chance to respond.
A short flute made of Phoebe wood appeared in her palm.
The moment the flute appeared, the demon spectators, as if in tacit agreement, involuntarily held their breath, and despite being worlds apart, fear visibly showed on each of them.
