She just stood there, silent and eerie—not even seeming human.
Ye Qianning saw Qian Fanji as well. She didn't hide her killing intent. She had never been a kind person; in her past life, she had spent her entire existence committing evil, receiving orders to either assassinate people or slaughter entire cities.
It was as if she had grown accustomed to it. The scent of blood seemed to activate something deep within her, something that made her feel both excited and frenzied.
She thought she was different now, but she never expected that encountering killing intent and bloodshed would still stir her heart this way...
"You..." Qian Fanji opened his mouth, at a loss for words.
What kind of experiences could give a child such overwhelming killing intent? What exactly had happened in Nanyuan?
'Why have my men never found anything about this?'
