บท 429: Astral Plane (4)

"Who are you? How dare you attack me in such a despicable way!" Her voice was sharp, filled with a mix of fury and indignation.

She had faced many enemies in her life, but never had she been taken so easily, so utterly without understanding her foe.

Wang Xiao, in his mist form, regarded her with a quiet amusement.

He had seen that look before—many times, in fact.

The look of someone who was once untouchable, now brought low by forces they couldn't comprehend.

Infact, he found this looks quite charming to destroy.

He drifted closer, the swirling mist forming into a shadowy hand that reached out to caress her face.

Rustle....

The touch was cold, colder than anything she had ever felt, and it sent a shiver down her spine despite her best efforts to resist.

Her body betrayed her, a slight shudder running through her as the misty hand traced the curve of her cheek.