Wei Qingxiao's eyes gradually widened, her face filled with shock as she stared at Xue An.
It's not as though she had never encountered powerful individuals; in fact, within the Central Ghost Realm, while powerhouses might not be as common as blades of grass, they were far superior compared to other regions.
But she had never seen someone like Xue An.
From beginning to end, he concealed his strength utterly, even now, as he alone wielded a sword that overshadowed the entire scene, there was not a trace of emotional fluctuation. It was as if he were performing an inconsequential task.
This composure in itself was enough to invoke awe.
Still, when she heard Xue An's question, her body lightly trembled, only to regain her clarity shortly after.
But then, she immediately fell into hesitation and confusion once more.
To kill or not to kill?
That is the question!
The dilemma wasn't because Wei Qingxiao lacked resolve to deliver the fatal blow to these Ghost Realm elites.
