"Xia Qiuhe himself is nothing. But his Master is not to be underestimated. Divine Lady Xinyan, you don't need to get involved. Just tell Xia Qiuhe's Master that I, Ye Tianling, have killed his disciple. I'll be waiting in the Heaven-Reaching Tower for him to avenge his disciple—if he can even get in."
Ye Tianling glanced at Xia Xinyan again, his tone casual.
Xia Xinyan was beautiful—the kind of beauty that was breathtaking.
And her aura was even more striking than in the past.
The Daoist aura around her didn't ripple in the slightest, revealing her exceptionally powerful control over the Laws.
Her face was like ancient, ten-thousand-year-old ice; apart from indifference, there was only more indifference.
It was as if she were incapable of any other expression.
It seemed nothing in this world could ever alter that cold expression.
"Do you really want his Master to come for revenge?"
Xia Xinyan met Ye Tianling's scrutinizing gaze and asked.
