"Arao, listen to me, the assassination tonight must not be real," Shen Qiuzhi...
"Master..." she called out softly.
A warm and wet feeling immediately spread across his chest, and Arao, who lay upon it, began to breathe even more rapidly upon hearing that name.
Unconsciously, blood spilled from the corners of her lips, her Spiritual Power barely suppressed and showing signs of violent outburst at any moment.
On her pale cheeks, layers of ancient red Demon Mark surfaced as the tears in her eyes had long since dried.
Her dry eyes fixed on the void behind him, she murmured, "I only found out today that her full name was Shen Qiuzhi. How nice it sounds, this name."
A surging Demonic Qi of black and red emerged from her body, causing him to frown deeply upon seeing this.
Feeling her precarious state, he hugged her tighter, swirling a clear energy from within his Spiritual Palace that engulfed the Demonic Qi from her, ensuring no one outside the tent could sense anything.
