What Burial God Tomb! She had to see just what kind of wickedness it entailed!
Xia Mian didn't believe in curses, and her stride grew even firmer as she walked northward.
Ding Cheng followed behind Xia Mian and the others, gradually falling behind.
Just as she planned to slip away quietly, Xia Mian's voice suddenly echoed in her ear, "Where do you think you're going?"
Xia Mian hadn't turned around, yet it was as if she had eyes on the back of her head, aware of everything happening behind her.
Ding Cheng's body stiffened slightly, forcing a smile, "I'm not going anywhere!"
Still not turning her head, Xia Mian laughed softly, "It's best you don't try any tricks. After all, we have unfinished business, and your life is on my account."
Ding Cheng's expression turned somewhat ugly, but she didn't say much.
On the Divine Clan's turf, the Divine Clan had absolute control, especially this person before her, who even made the Divine Clan heiress suffer a loss!
