Tang Feng rubbed his chest. Even now, recalling what had happened in the Golden Treasure Pavilion yesterday still sent chills down his spine.
He did not even dare imagine it—the twisted faces of those who had been drugged with aphrodisiacs, the cloying poisonous fragrance filling the air, the men and women who had lost their minds and become like beasts.
"Too close!"
He muttered to himself, his voice filled with the relief of having survived a disaster. "I nearly went down in the Golden Treasure Pavilion yesterday."
If he had not made the snap decision to leap from the second-floor window without caring about his appearance—
He would probably have fallen victim by now, just like Xuanyuan Que, or even everyone else in the Golden Treasure Pavilion.
At that thought, Tang Feng raised his head and stared blankly at Wang Xian, who stood before the hall.
The slanting afterglow of autumn stretched the young man's shadow long and thin, like a streak of ink across the ground. Tang Feng stood dumbstruck, unable to speak for a long while.
If someone asked him now who was the most ruthless person in Sunset City, he would answer without hesitation: naturally, the person who had released the poison yesterday.
The one hidden in the shadows, who had turned the Golden Treasure Pavilion into hell with a mere wave of the hand.
Yet Wang Xian stood before the hall without the slightest surprise on his face, as though he had expected all of this.
He merely replied flatly, "Did Xuanyuan Que not tell you?"
Tang Feng froze, stunned once more.
That was right. Xuanyuan Que had once casually asked whether he wanted to be given a captivating young girl. At the time, Tang Feng had taken it for drunken nonsense and refused without a