Zhou Lie breathed a sigh of relief inwardly; his meticulously planned scheme against Sister Xu had gone without a hitch. Had there been any mishaps midway that caused the plan to fail, he would have felt quite uneasy.
Fortunately, such was not the case, so he patted his chest with relief. This was the outcome he wished to see today.
Zhou Lie remained on the sidelines, his gaze icy as he watched the group before him. Soon they would be locked in combat, and then he could reap the benefits of their conflict.
The air suddenly grew quiet, even the sound of breathing seemed distinct with each motion. The breeze rustled, bringing a whistling sound, and everyone appeared exceptionally tense.
The once clear atmosphere subtly shifted, now filled with a suffocating aura of murder, transforming into flashes of sword light glowing in the air.
