"What does this have to do with the demon hall?" Qin An's eyes flashed with cold light, and his knuckles drummed a solemn echo on the mahogany table.
Outside the window, the lanterns flickered brightly, elongating his shadow like the Nine Nether Asura.
This place is far from Lingzhou and should not have any connection to the demon hall.
But since it's already mentioned, Qin An would like to see how this chess piece will be played.
Lianyu's delicate fingers twisted a plain silk, her face showing a look of anguish, and she cried sorrowfully, "Initially, it had nothing to do with the demon hall, but when we were taking the Hua Boat to escape, we ran into that Elder Monkey..."
Before she could finish, she suddenly felt the air around her stagnate, as Qin An's eyes narrowed into a dangerous arc.
"Elder Monkey?"
"That old monkey again." Qin An's thumb rubbed the edge of the tea cup.
