He Yan lowered her gaze, her slender hand resting upon the hilt of the Luoying sword as she was being flirted with by Chen Zhezhe, acting as though she had not heard a word.
A sudden, towering wave of killing intent surged outward like breakers crashing against the shore, making it extremely difficult for Chen Zhezhe to cope.
This woman certainly had a temper after all.
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