C384 The Death of the Zixin Clan

The purple-haired woman reclined on the sofa, her demeanor shifting back to one of languid ease. She exhaled a plume of smoke from her cherry lips, a thick cloud billowing from her mouth.

She deftly pinched the cigarette between two fingers and brought it to her lips for another gentle draw. The woman's entire being seemed to melt into a state of relaxed contentment