Not a single person had managed to escape the City Lord Mansion.
Su Ye hurried past the panicked and frenzied crowd, heading deeper inside. She watched as guards, wreathed in purple ghost fire, leaped into a pool one by one.
Finally, she reached the bedroom and saw him—the man at the entrance, so cloaked in a menacing aura that no one else dared to approach.
Su Qing's robes were soaked through with blood. It stained his hands, his inner shirt, and his cheeks. He was like a decadent blossom blooming from the depths of Hell—stunningly beautiful and intoxicating, yet terrifyingly poisonous.
Then, he seemed to sense something.
His long, dark lashes fluttered for a moment. The hand he had raised fell, disappearing back into his sleeve.
Even though he had stilled his movements, the murderous aura around him refused to fade.
Instantly, the atmosphere grew heavy.
Su Ye walked toward him.
As she drew closer, she could see him in greater detail.
