Baili An had fed quite a lot of Blood Energy to Si Li, and hunger began to churn in his stomach. The power of darkness could help him stabilize the Corpse Pearl inside him that wouldn't stop clamoring, but it couldn't stave off his hunger.
During the process of recuperating, he casually glanced at Hong Zhuang, the assassin who was far away from him.
Hong Zhuang was leaning against an ancient, pitch-black tree, faintly visible as she fiddled with the delicate Silver Scorpion Blade hidden inside her sleeve. Her face was concealed in the shadows of her hood, leaving only her cold, sharp chin visible.
Noticing Baili An's gaze, her spine stiffened, and her fingertips turned the silver blade into a sharp ray, hiding it inside her sleeve and vanishing from sight.
Just as Baili An was about to hook his finger, stirring the dark breath to pull Hong Zhuang towards him, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he looked down.
