The old woman's voice was flat and direct, as if she were merely stating a fact rather than making a threat.
Fang Shuwen glanced at her. Then, just as the old woman's killing intent flared, he suddenly turned and left.
"You insect."
The old woman sneered and looked at the other woman.
"Eat. When you're finished, you leave."
A hint of confusion crossed the woman's face, but she obediently continued to eat.
Footsteps sounded from the second floor. Looking up, they saw Fang Shuwen and Miao Feichan walking out of their room together.
"Wait for me here," Fang Shuwen told Miao Feichan.
Miao Feichan nodded. In the next instant, Fang Shuwen vanished from her sight.
The old woman's expression changed abruptly. She let out a sharp, furious cry:
"You're courting death!"
Her withered palm, wreathed in black and red energy, shot out.
But a hand suddenly seized her wrist, stopping it cold. Her withered palm couldn't advance another inch.
