Long Ziyan had really changed; her entire demeanor was icy cold, giving off an illusion of being thousands of miles away.
But occasionally, Li Xiaobao could glimpse a trace of hatred in Long Ziyan's eyes.
This woman has issues, Li Xiaobao muttered to himself.
Long Ziyan heard Li Xiaobao's words and suddenly laughed, "This is Donglin. I can't block news of their deaths, but I can certainly block who killed them!"
Li Xiaobao frowned and said, "Then you'll be disappointed. I left a survivor to take the news back, to tell your father that my life is here, he can come for it anytime!"
"Really?" Long Ziyan frowned, but then quickly relaxed, her eyes incredibly bright!
Li Xiaobao nodded, "That's right, assuming nothing goes wrong, soon the storm in Donglin will be thoroughly stirred up!"
Suddenly, Long Ziyan lowered her head in contemplation for a moment, then raised it, her starry eyes fixed on Li Xiaobao, asking a question that left Li Xiaobao somewhat puzzled.
