Song Wanning and Liu Xingzhi whipped their heads around, their eyes widening in shock.
For the person who had arrived was not Qin Ming at all, but Song Que!
Song Que had completely abandoned his usual attire. He wore a black robe, open just enough to reveal a sliver of his chest.
A full head of black hair was strewn carelessly over his shoulders, giving him a wild, unrestrained air.
He squinted, his normally benevolent gaze now filled with Evil Qi and mockery.
"Tsk, tsk. As expected of the Ancient Cold Sect's chosen geniuses. To think you destroyed so many of my monsters in such a short time."
"So tell me, how do you plan to compensate me for such heavy losses?"
A cold glint flashed in Song Que's arched brows. His mocking, half-smile seemed completely alien to Song Wanning.
As she watched the horde of monsters halt at Song Que's arrival, a storm of complicated emotions brewed within her.
