Lu Shaohua stood at the edge of the courtyard, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched the corner of her robe.
The air still smelled faintly of blood and burned spirit energy.
Her heart was pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat.
She had never seen anything like this.
Never in her life had she imagined that someone would dare talk back to a representative of the Sword Shandian Sect, much less challenge their authority so openly.
She stared at Han Ji, the man everyone now called ruthless and arrogant, standing tall in the center of the chaos he himself had created. His posture didn't falter.
His face was calm, even though the entire Han Family seemed to tremble before the sect's envoy.
That cold, fearless look in his eyes—it terrified her, yet she couldn't look away.
Is he really doing all this because of me? she thought, confused and shaken.
