Mu Ye had just leaped out the window and was still in midair when a bone-piercing chill instantly locked onto him.
It was no ordinary killing intent, but a terrifying will that seemed to rise from the abyss of the Netherworld, powerful enough to freeze the soul.
Mu Ye whipped his head around and saw a breathtaking woman with long pink-and-blue hair standing in the corridor behind him. Her face bore a strong resemblance to Tang Wulin's, but its contours were softer. At that moment, her pale pink eyes held not a trace of warmth, only endless cold and warning.
Tang Wutong.
She did not look at Mu Ye. Her gaze merely swept lightly over the window of Tang Wulin's room, yet the aura radiating from her made even a Titled Douluo like Mu Ye's scalp prickle.
"You are not to force him."
Tang Wutong's voice was soft, but every word was iron. "Otherwise, the Body Sect—at least the Body Sect as it stands now—might vanish completely overnight."
Mu Ye's pupils contracted slightly. He sensed that if he had harbored even the slightest malice just now, some terrifying power would already have torn him to pieces.
"Hmph. I was only imparting knowledge."
Mu Ye snorted, forcing himself to maintain his imposing air. "Since you put it that way, I'd like to see what the boy chooses for himself."
With that, his figure flashed, and he swiftly disappeared into the night. Arrogant though he was, he was no fool. This woman's strength was unfathomable, far beyond anything he could casually provoke in his current state.
Tang Wutong watched the direction in which Mu Ye had departed, the killing intent in her eyes gradually subsiding. She took a deep breath, turned, and pushed open Tang Wulin's door.
"Sis?"
Tang Wulin stood up