Because of her mask, her true face remained unseen. But the eyes she revealed, though carrying a hint of coldness, were exceptionally beautiful.
Not only was Bei Kuang stunned, but even Lin Xiao was surprised. He didn't recognize the woman before him, yet she had just intervened on his behalf. No, it wasn't just help—she had saved his life.
"Who are you?" Bei Kuang asked coldly.
"Not important," she replied indifferently. Her voice was as cold and crisp as the crunch of snow underfoot in winter.
Bei Kuang was taken aback, and a flash of anger appeared in his eyes. Good grief, she's even more arrogant than I am.
"So, you're going to help this beggar?" Bei Kuang asked in a frigid tone.
"That's right."
Bei Kuang laughed coldly, his laughter dripping with disdain. "And you think you can help him?"
"I don't know, but I can try," the masked woman said calmly.
A terrifying killing intent flashed in Bei Kuang's eyes. "Fine, then! Let's see you try!"
