As usual, Qingcao had been knocked unconscious.
Seeing her maid lying motionlessly on the floor, Ranmil said grumpily, "Can't you use a gentler method?"
The man in black was as taciturn as always. He didn't reply to Ranmil's protest and only looked at her with cold eyes.
"You're doomed." Ranmil sneered at him.
The man had been threatening her for a long time. After the frustrating experience with Feng Wu, Ranmil decided to lash out at the man.
The man had a black scarf over his face and a hood over his head. His cold eyes were the only part of his face that was exposed.
Ranmil said mockingly, "Someone has found your revival list."
The man narrowed his eyes. "Who?"
Ranmil had brought up the subject because she wanted to lead the man to Feng Wu.
She said matter-of-factly, "Who do you think? It's Feng Wu, obviously.
