Huangfu Jingchen was almost too shocked to speak. So that's how it is.
There was something unfamiliar in Xia Wenjin's gaze, and even the way she looked at him seemed aloof and indifferent. This was the aura of a person decisive in killing, sharp, keen, stern, and grim.
Such a scene was really nothing for Xia Wenjin.
In her past life, she had traversed mountains of corpses and seas of blood. She had killed, punished the wicked, and eliminated traitors. Her hands had been stained with blood.
As she approached the second person, Huangfu Jingchen suddenly stepped forward.
Xia Wenjin looked up at him, her gaze remote: "Are you going to stop me?" She knew he came from a wealthy background and must value the law more.
But now she was acting as a person of the Jianghu.
The way of the Jianghu differs from the law.
