Ye Yi'an's eyelids twitched wildly. The Saints he had heard of were all detached and ethereal, none of them like this—so violent and brutal. How could this be a Saint? This was more like a deity of slaughter.
The more Han Yan fought, the more exhilarated she became, letting out her pent-up emotions, and felt her mood lighten more and more. After quite a while, she noticed the strange and fearful gazes of the people around her.
Oh no, wasn't I supposed to stay low-profile? How did I slip up again and show such an unladylike side? Han Yan inwardly blamed herself. She had just managed to shake off her notorious titles—the biggest playboy of Heishi City, the biggest playboy of the Capital, the biggest playboy of Long Yan, and so on—and didn't want to be seen as a playboy again on the Divine Continent.
Thinking of this, Han Yan subconsciously slowed her movements, her actions becoming slightly gentler. It was as if this futile gesture could change her image in the eyes of others.
