Seeing that Baili An remained silent, Zangxin continued, "The current Demon Lord is unlike a true ruler, killing demon ministers wantonly, promoting incompetents at will, acting solely on personal whims, and showing disdain for everything, devoid of any sense of national responsibility. To me, she looks more like a capricious madwoman."
His deep black pupils seemed to have an unfathomable sinister light flowing in them. He chuckled softly twice, and his fingertip lightly tapped on Baili An's chest, saying, "Today, the Demon Lord may favor and cherish you, but there's no telling when that affection might turn into the most deadly dagger pointed at your heart."
Zangxin was skilled in persuasive manipulation, and cleverly, with the tap of his finger, it landed precisely on the scar on Baili An's chest.
A faint reddish hue bled through his clothes, spreading out.
"This is..." Zangxin was slightly stunned, seemingly surprised, then laughed lowly, "It seems that day isn't far away."
