Tang Yiyi secretly observed Song Yunxiu from across, and after seeing his appearance clearly, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment. Previously, she had thought Song Yunxiu should have a good look due to his deep, pleasant voice that carried an indescribable charm. However, upon seeing him now, Song Yunxiu had an exceptionally ordinary face, the kind that would be unnoticeable in a crowd.
But upon closer inspection, Song Yunxiu had a very unique aura, making one feel that he wasn't an ordinary person. Tang Yiyi thought to herself that this was probably the aura of a master, without giving it much thought. More than the person Song Yunxiu, she was more interested in the knife in his hand.
The knife's blade was black and slender, without any gloss, looking very ordinary at first glance. But Tang Yiyi only needed one look to feel a strong sense of crisis in her heart, as if she was facing not a knife, but a fierce beast ready to devour people!
