She knew Zhu Hongying's shameless tactic meant she must be out of options. Zhu Hongying was gambling, betting that Ning Xuan wouldn't just stand by and watch Yun Han die.
Ning Xuan could, of course, send him right back. But as long as Yun Han was still breathing, Zhu Hongying would just send him back again.
Lin Mo silently knelt on the steps outside the main hall. The steps were paved with Ice Attribute Cold Frost Stone, their surfaces marked with natural patterns and bone-chillingly cold. The moment his knees touched down, a wave of coldness surged into his body.
Little White keenly sensed Ning Xuan's anger. Its two round, glass-like eyes watched her fearfully, its tiny body frozen, not daring to move a muscle.
Ning Xuan looked down at the fragile little white cat, which was smaller than her palm, and her heart softened. She gently tweaked its small, pink ears and said softly, "Don't be afraid. I'm not angry with you."
