Chapter 32

"Uh... it’s my fault." An Jing, unexpectedly at a loss for words, could only offer an apology, which was met with a soft "Hmm" from Bai Qinghan. In truth, Bai Qinghan was far from foolish. On the contrary, she was incredibly sharp—perhaps even the most gifted among the hundred and eight, aside from An Jing himself. Why, then, would she speak of such secrets? She would not have uttered a single word to anyone other than An Jing, who also understood the true nature of the Demon Cult. Bai Qinghan had thanked An Jing earlier because she had sensed a certain effortless ease in his movements and demeanor. He possessed absolute confidence that he could subdue her without causing her harm. He had demonstrated that combat did not require killing.