Cunning Woman

Thinking of the most likely possibility, Wen Ke'er's usually carefree face filled with indescribable shock, as if she had suddenly seen something she could not comprehend—or as if, after enduring long years alone and helpless in darkness, a gentle hand had touched her forehead.

Turmoil churned within Wen Ke'er, and her gaze toward Shen Yi was filled with panic.

The women here had to watch that man's expression before doing anything. In other words, no matter how strongly Fei Mi and Shimada Yukimi opposed it, as long as he spoke, none of it would be a problem!

Besides.

She had just been worried that, at such close range, Shen Yi might not be able to stop Xilos from making a move. But when she thought of how monstrously mysterious Shen Yi was, how many trump cards and secrets he possessed—perhaps enough to astonish even Xilos—along with the casual expression he had worn just now...

Clearly, she had still underestimated this man. Even with Xilos holding her sword across Wen Ke'er's throat, he had remained confident that he could control the situation!

That was the composure only someone with overwhelmingly powerful abilities could possess.

And it also meant that Shen Yi was not nearly as wary of Xilos's strength as she had thought!

"How could you stare at my husband like that? Don't tell me you want him to take you along?"

Fei Mi suddenly frowned. She had not expected Wen Ke'er to react so strongly to Xilos just now.

Her youthful face tightened. With only a glance, Fei Mi had more or less guessed Wen Ke'er's thoughts. But Shen Yi's sudden words swallowed the rebuke she had been about to voice.

"What do you think of Xilos's aura?"

Shen Yi did not speak loudly or softly, but his voice was