C58 Bloody Wandering Eye Consuming Fire(part Ii)

"Who are you?" Moo Chende looked at the man in front of him warily, his mouth dry. The shivering chill made the early autumn season seem like winter. A drop of sweat on his forehead unconsciously condensed into a drop of ice. With his peak Heaven Refinement Stage strength, he felt like an ant in front of this mysterious woman.

"It doesn't matter who I am. What matters is. .