At that time, the long hall was quiet and desolate, with the Cold Crow returning to its nest.
Night snow blew in obliquely through the window frame, causing the fire in the green lamp made of glass to flicker.
Arao's silhouette was sitting at the front of the hall, winding like a serpent across the steps.
Even though the ground was covered with bloodied corpses, there was a strange sense of relaxation in the air.
She picked up the White Jade Hairpin from the table, Baili An's eyes moved slightly, thinking she had another plan.
But suddenly, he saw her apply a bit of force with her fingertips, shattering the valuable long jade hairpin in her hand into two.
Baili An was shocked.
This long jade hairpin was a treasured item from the Demon World, yet she destroyed it so casually?
Arao threw the broken hairpin away, with a hint of a bitter smile on her face. She raised her hand to rub her temple, appearing relaxed and calm as she said:
