Footsteps!

Needless to say, a chill ran down Yang Ye’s spine. Someone had appeared behind him without making a single sound!

However, he hadn’t sensed the person’s presence, even until now.

At the same time, he finally understood that the treant wasn’t afraid of him, it was afraid of the person behind him.

Who’s behind me? Yang Ye turned around.

A woman in a tight violet gold dress was behind him. Her dress was very long and was dragged against the ...