Wen Xinya snapped out of her unreasonable rage when she gazed at the sudden appearance of this man clad in a black shirt. His quiet figure fully displayed his power and authority, his sense of mystery and profoundness.
Black could look very elegant and distinguished, a mighty power overseeing all.
On the flip side, it could also be very cold and malevolent, harsh darkness destroying all.
Faced with Si Yiyan's tall and imposing silhouette, as majestic as a huge mountain and emanating such a formidable aura—Wen Xinya couldn't help shuddering all over.
He looked cool and composed, but Wen Xinya could feel a raging fire beneath that calm. Si Yiyan was infuriated.
It was now that Wen Xinya finally experienced the indomitable and compelling authority held by the leader of Lucifer.
Wen Xinya's heart thumped wildly as her blood raced through her veins. She felt rather faint and dazed by his overwhelming aura.
"Yes, Ninth Young Master!"
