A Dire Possibility

A black shadow tore through the air like a black sword, weaving and darting through the flames of the explosions, yet never managing to escape the crimson fire chasing behind it.

"Is she playing with it?"

Long Aoshuang had recovered, and her expression quickly returned to how it had been before.

"Hard to say. But aside from my husband, she's probably the only one here who can toy with that kind of monster like this." Frowning, Murong Xue was gradually getting used to the feeling.

Behind them, several people from the Shelter had gone pale with fear, yet they could not stop themselves from poking their heads out to look.

"Why did you come here?"

Long Aoshuang turned her face slightly. Having others see her in such a bedraggled state still bothered her somewhat.

Their relationship was neither good nor bad—just strange. Her relationship with the other women was similarly subtle.

"Just happened to be passing by."

Murong Xue gave no further explanation, her expression blank.

In theory, Murong Xue had known Shen Yi longer than Long Aoshuang had, and her standing should have been higher as well. Yet because Shen Yi had entrusted Long Aoshuang with most of the Shelter's affairs, she usually carried herself with an arrogant air and showed little restraint even around Murong Xue.

Fortunately, Murong Xue was not someone who fought over affection. She also did not enjoy interacting much with other women. Whenever she happened to see Long Aoshuang putting on an unbearable act once or twice, she could not be bothered to say anything.

It was necessary.

If one wanted to command those beneath them, carrying oneself with authority was indispensable.

"It's done!!"

"That lady is about to catch it!!"

Several excited voices rose from behind them. Murong Xue glanced at those people