Ye Qingchen forces two women into a corner, his expression stern, his gaze as sharp as a blade.
He slowly approaches, step by step, emanating a suffocating sense of pressure.
Under his relentless gaze, the two women try to appear calm, yet a hint of fear still flickers in their eyes.
"I'll ask one more time," Ye Qingchen's voice is low and icy, laced with a sinister threat, "The woman who was originally in this hall, where is she now?" His tone brooks no argument, each word squeezed out with chilling coldness.
Facing Ye Qingchen's questioning, the two women exchange a glance. Despite their inner chaos, they stubbornly lift their chins.
Though they sense Ye Qingchen's terrifying presence, they still refuse to submit.
"Hmph, don't expect to find out!" one woman replies defiantly, gritting her teeth. Despite the tremor in her voice, she won't relent.
A mocking smile surfaces on her face, "Even if we die, we won't tell you where that woman is!"
