This may be Wen Ningyu's last chance, and Wen Jiaren does not want to give up.
If he misses out on the Dark Cultivator Crown, it will be difficult to see Ye Jiaren again. Wen Jiaren doesn't want Wen Ningyu to continue to disintegrate; she's afraid he might choose to end his life again!
Ye Jiaren finally stopped her steps, turning back impatiently, with displeasure and contempt, "I don't know you, there's nothing to say to you. Don't try to cozy up to me, I've seen plenty of people like you."
Mu Qian slightly furrowed his sword-like eyebrows, looking down at Ye Jiaren, his gaze sharp, imposing without anger.
Ye Jiaren only felt a chill rushing toward her, her scalp tingling. This man's aura was terrifying!
Wen Jiaren, however, smiled lightly, "Senior Sister Ye, I think you might be mistaken. I was entrusted by someone to deliver a message to you. Could you spare five minutes of your time?"
"Entrusted by someone?" Ye Jiaren sneered, "Go ahead, tell me, who entrusted you?"
