At this moment, Yan Jingchu no longer had the slightest trace of her former radiant appearance; she seemed utterly dejected, like a beggar, a refugee.
Looking at Yan Jingchu in this state, the corners of Ye Xunhuan's mouth couldn't help but curl into a smile, tinged with mockery.
"Your master?" Ye Xunhuan said disdainfully, "I'm afraid she'll never have the chance to save you again, and she'll never see you again either."
Yan Jingchu's pale face changed slightly: "What do you mean?"
During this period, Yan Jingchu had been completely imprisoned here, knowing nothing about the outside world.
"She's dead!" Ye Xunhuan said blandly, "I killed her, and I also forced Yan Haohan to his death."
Upon hearing Ye Xunhuan's words, Yan Jingchu's face suddenly changed dramatically: "Impossible, that's impossible..."
Seeing Yan Jingchu's face filled with ferocity and disbelief, Ye Xunhuan chuckled softly and said indifferently, "Nothing is impossible!"
