C188 Residence of the marquis of beiding

Under the illumination of the burning torches, a few large words were written in bold and unrestrained style, indicating the arrogance of the person who left the message.

Ye Shishuang's hands that were holding the piece of scrap paper trembled, and emotionlessly tore it apart. His face was pale white, and his eyes were extremely cold, like a sharp sword that was about to devour someone