In the silent courtyard, for a moment, it was eerily quiet, as if one could hear a pin drop, hushed and silent.
Dugu Nan paced slowly in the courtyard, his eyes sometimes flashing with killing intent, sometimes as calm as water, and Qi Yun sipped tea unhurriedly, detached from the situation.
Only Mo Shiyi trembled violently, cold sweat dripping from his forehead, yet he kept his head down and remained silent.
He knew well the temperament of the Sword Saint and was certain that he was contemplating his life and death at this moment.
A double-talent demon fiend is not as easily defined as Ye Xiaofan's words suggest, let alone the world-shocking power of Heaven and Earth that Ye Xiaofan felt today.
Mo Shiyi regretted it deeply, he shouldn't have been curious enough to run here and see things he shouldn't have; now, he was like a ghost awaiting death judgment, filled with utmost fear.
However, after a while, Dugu Nan finally turned around, his gaze much softened.
