Amidst the heavy, pitch-black curtain of night, Wang Xuefeng's gaze flickered slightly from the upper story of the pavilion, locking eyes with Shen Xiu standing before the small courtyard.
A split second later, the corners of his mouth parted slightly, revealing a bloodthirsty and chilling smile.
To encounter such a prime blood sacrifice was truly a rare and delightful occurrence.
Chapter 127