Jiang Qiu Shui, clad in a leather outfit, couldn't help but fix her gaze on that young man she had looked down upon.
She felt as if her breathing had stopped.
It was as though Taishan was pressing down in front of her!
The young man was like a fierce tiger, like a giant; nobody wanted to be his enemy because even his mere presence was more than ordinary people could bear.
Suddenly, the young man seemed to sense something, his eyes narrowed, and he looked towards her.
In the second their eyes met, she felt her legs go weak.
His gaze was profound and terrifying, like an abyss, like a black hole.
Jiang Qiu Shui felt a chill run from head to toe the moment her gaze fell upon him, as if even the blood in her body had frozen.
"Who exactly is he?"
How could a person in the Transcendence Realm possibly possess such power?
Or is this person merely a fallen ancient powerful being's body?
Jiang Qiu Shui's mind was in disarray, unsure of what to think.
