The Su Liangyuan in front of her now was completely different from the one who had knelt and wept, begging for his son to be saved, except for the identical features; his demeanor was entirely changed, as if he were a different person.
A bone-chilling aura surged in like a tide, instantly trapping Sang Que—it's the Evil Mist!
Thicker and more dangerous than the Evil Mist of the Yin Child, in the blink of an eye, everything around her was shrouded in a gray haze, all else vanished.
Sang Que instinctively backed away, wary. The oppressive feeling was so overwhelming that she dared not even breathe heavily, much like when she first faced Yan Daozi's scrutiny, unarmed and defenseless.
She couldn't act recklessly; making a move would surely provoke an attack, and she might not escape the Evil Mist he conjured.
Sang Que clutched Xuan Yu securely, silently calming herself, engaging all her brain cells to analyze the situation.
