She nervously glanced at the Black Shadow sitting on the Throne, the Blood Eyes of the "Netherworld King" seemingly able to pierce through one's heart. Even though she knew she hadn't lied, she still felt a bit nervous and couldn't help but cast an inquiring look at Gu Shen.
Do I need to say more?
Gu Shen understood Mu Wanqiu's inquiry and shook his head.
After a brief wait.
"Heh..."
A faint, ethereal laughter seemed to echo from the dome.
The face of the Netherworld King, shrouded in mist, slowly nodded, easing Mu Wanqiu's Soul.
She returned to reality.
"Clang!"
The long blade fell, vibrating continuously until returning to stillness.
Back in reality, Mu Wanqiu panted heavily.
She leaned on her knees, standing upright.
Countless Blood Eyes slowly moved away from her body...
With lingering fear, Mu Wanqiu reached out and gripped the long blade again, but even so, her sense of security did not increase one bit.
