Ling Xian’s smile beneath the veil disappeared. Although she didn’t care about Zhuquan’s life, the shadow slave in Zhuquan’s body that was given by the Master was also killed by this mysterious woman.

Her eyes were cold for a moment and then eased. She laughed softly, “Since your strength is worthy of this ice demon, I can give up it. I only hope that when we meet next time, you can fully show yourself and I can get to know you.”

After saying that, she ...