C81 Softness

In the dimly lit chamber of the tomb, Ye Xuan stood face-to-face with a figure shrouded in black robes. The chilling words that had just left the stranger's lips had caused the air itself to turn icy. Ye Xuan's gaze narrowed as he watched the enigmatic figure with heightened wariness.

Since stepping into the tomb, Ye Xuan had been oblivious to the presence of this hidden individual