At that moment, the man's appearance grew sharp in her memory. Ten years ago, he had been just like this, wreathed in the aura of death.
The iron chains CLANKED. The man met Wen Qian's gaze, and in that instant, his pupils turned blood-red—the only vivid splash of color in the dim light.
"Why do you want to kill me?" Wen Qian asked, frowning as she held back the men trying to shield her.
Her eyes were serene. Even sharing a room with such a savage beast, she showed no hint of fear.
She had witnessed scenes far more terrifying than this when she was just over ten years old. Now, tempered by another decade, the man before her... certainly couldn't scare her.
Besides, she had two Beastmen she trusted implicitly standing right beside her.
She didn't know how to describe the feeling. It was an inexplicable sense of peace, so profound that she would willingly place her life in their hands.
The man's sharp gaze fell upon Wen Qian like a knife, as if trying to see right through her.
