Lin Xuan directly pushed the door open and walked in without any intention of knocking.
"Haha, does the Demon Envoy of the Demon Dragon Sword Court have no manners? Entering someone else's place without even knocking, living all these years for nothing?"
Ling Xiao had been through many things, and the one thing he was most clear about was that the more you yielded, the more you softened, the more others would bully you relentlessly.
So when facing Lin Xuan, he had no intention of backing down, saying whatever he needed to.
Anyway, Lin Xuan's attitude toward him wouldn't change.
Lin Xuan stood there, her gaze as cold as a knife, staring fixedly at Ling Xiao.
A terrifying aura was completely unleashed, like a devil gripping Ling Xiao's throat.
Bringing a tremendous sense of oppression to Ling Xiao.
She clearly intended to give Ling Xiao a show of strength.
