Lin Rou's icy words made Chen Nan's pupils suddenly contract, realizing that the woman before him could thrive among many assassins not merely by relying on her beauty.
There's also her cruelty towards enemies; weakness was merely a disguise.
Following Lin Rou's instructions, Chen Nan hung Lü Ping's corpse on a tree branch outside the array, swaying gently in the wind, chilling the hearts of many assassins who came to investigate.
Some assassins who knew the inside story were quite wary of Lin Rou, because everyone who had offended her had died, Lü Ping was just one of them.
Chen Nan's powerful Divine Sense swept over, ignoring those probing stares, and picked up his fallen Spirit Beast Bag, his mood slightly stagnant.
Ever since acquiring Shi Zhongsheng, he mostly let this little monkey sleep inside the Spirit Beast Bag, feeling a bit guilty towards the little monkey.
After pondering for a moment, a thought suddenly came to him; perhaps he could nurture a helper for himself.
