"Do you... believe me?"
Zhou Bashi's smile was sinister. His eyes were fixed, unblinking, on the hand that was inches away from him.
No one knew that Zhou Bashi's back was already soaked with a cold sweat.
"Feng Bei means no offense..."
Feng Bei let out a soft breath, her tone indifferent as she spoke politely.
In that instant, a gentle breeze lifted the long hair covering Feng Bei's right eye, revealing the sparkling eye hidden behind it.
Deep within her pupil, beyond the two characters "Ding Wei," a tall figure seemed to be hidden.
Feng Bei said with an air of casual indifference, "But you're spouting nonsense. I don't believe you."
Her paused figure transformed back into a black flash of lightning. Feng Bei took a step forward, her five pale fingers gently closing around Zhou Bashi's stunned head.
...
Upper Three, Mystic, Feng Bei.
