Quietly looking at Ji Qiutang walking towards her, Bi Xia raised her head to look at Ji Qiutang. Ji Qiutang sighed softly and wrapped his arm around Bi Xia's shoulder, "Let's go, he didn't come."
Bi Xia knew who Ji Qiutang was referring to, but she wrinkled her nose and focused her gaze on Han Fan, who was standing still, watching him change into someone else. With a mocking smile, Bi Xia curled her lips, and when Han Fan looked over at her, she gave a cold smile in the moonlight.
Holding a dagger transformed by her spiritual power in her small hand, she slashed down hard in Han Fan's stunned gaze, stopping only when deep enough to reveal bone.
