“Wentian gege!”
The crisp and gentle voice rang in Qin Wentian’s ear and permeated the void in his heart, causing time to stop momentarily.
The flabbergasted faces of the spectators indicated that they were all stunned by what they saw. The practitioner of the tyrannical devil arts was actually a maiden—this was already enough cause for them to be thunderstruck. But what was even more astounding was that the practitioner was actually a young and beautiful maiden.
And even more surprising, she was actually acquainted with Qin Wentian, and their relationship was so close to the extent of calling him Wentian gege.
The tears at the corner of the girl’s eyes, as well as the smile etched on her lips, shining with her blood, contained a poignant beauty. The spectators didn’t understand, since the black-robed maiden was so close with Qin Wentian, why did she do all that in the first place?