Xue An did not speak, but quietly looked at Mu Wushuang.
It wasn't until the smile on Mu Wushuang's face turned stiff that he retracted his gaze and said calmly, "Tell me your plan."
Only then did Mu Wushuang let out a long breath, and then she realized that her back was already drenched in cold sweat.
Even though Xue An had merely looked at her leisurely, the psychological pressure he exerted was immense.
Especially Xue An's indifferent and lofty gaze, which made Mu Wushuang experience a delusion.
It was as if she was meat on the chopping block, ready to be slaughtered.
"L-Lord, my plan is quite simple. Are you aware of the Thousand Sect Profound Gathering?" Mu Wushuang said with a trembling voice.
"Thousand Sect Profound Gathering?" Xue An was slightly startled, then raised an eyebrow, "You mean the gathering held once every century, hailed as the grandest event for young talents across The Multiverse?"
