His voice trembled with fear and despair, tinged with a hint of pleading and resentment.
He'd had a vague premonition just a moment ago,
that Chu He might inflict some terrible, irreversible harm upon his body,
but he never imagined the man would be so utterly ruthless,
crippling his Martial Arts foundation in a single stroke.
This sudden, crushing blow was like a razor-sharp blade plunging straight into his heart,
sending it sinking into an endless, dark abyss, as cold as dead ashes.
Then, Qu Yuxiu's gaze slowly turned to Xia Chengli, who stood beside Chu He.
He saw that her face was indifferent, completely devoid of expression.
It was as if everything happening before her had nothing to do with her.
She was merely a cold observer, a spectator to a drama that did not concern her.
"That's my business. You don't need to worry about it."
Xia Chengli spread her hands lightly, a casual and cold gesture.
In her eyes, Qu Yuxiu was nothing more than an insignificant stranger.
