"Your Majesty, Your Majesty ......" Ahya's fingertips were tense and taut, her gaze flickering and drifting, just not daring to look directly at Xie Jie.

Xie Jie's eyes were dark, like a wolf surveying its prey, slow and deliberate, but with a full air of danger.

Ahya's scalp tingled, and he carefully reached out to cover the illustration of the water sutra.

The slender white fingers pressed on the vividly painted patterns, revealing a few surprising implications, even the ...