Great Clan Diplomacy

P.S. Please take a look at the "Author's Notes," thanks.

The pretty face of the silver-robed girl before her remained unchanged, without the slightest ripple.

Even those soul-stealing wine-red eyes resembled a pool of stagnant water. She looked at Luo Yunling coldly, as though she were prey awaiting slaughter.

It reminded Luo Yunling of the expression she had worn back on Earth when choosing a chicken for a pot of chicken stew.

The same coldness, even carrying a reckless hint of amusement—a thrill at the thought of death, or perhaps simply anticipation for that mouthwatering pot of delicious food.

The chicken was pulled from its cage by the owner and struggled desperately! Its wings were restrained as its neck was forced back! There was no flash of white light; an ordinary butcher's knife was nowhere near as hard or sharp as those in the Fantasy World.

Even so, that slightly dull blade could still easily cut through feathers and slice open its neck!

There was nothing particularly elaborate about it.

The wound had to be deep, so it would bleed more easily.

Still held by the neck, its flowing blood was caught in a clean porcelain bowl. With a little seasoning, it became another delicacy.

After it had been bled dry, the chicken was casually tossed onto the ground. Its body twitched unconsciously a few times, its eyes wide open, until it finally fell silent.

Luo Yunling suddenly no longer dared to bluster.

Even though she was extremely close to possessing a so-called "undying body."

"Kurumi Tokisaki's" cold gaze made Luo Yunling briefly doubt herself.

Could she have mistaken her for someone else?

Her figure, appearance, and that absurd ability to control space!

Luo Yunling shuddered. For the first time, she looked away, not daring to meet those indifferent eyes