The girl's sobs echoed through the silent hall of the Holy Hall. Except for Jessica, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound. Each person felt the faint killing intent emanating from Pei Yan, and no one dared to speak out of fear that this demon might turn his wrath upon them.
"Am I really that hated among you?" Pei Yan turned his head to look at Old Samikina standing beside him and asked in a half-joking, self-deprecating tone.
