And while Wang Qian was inquiring about Wang Bingbing's situation, another vicious conspiracy was once again sweeping towards Ye Tian.
In a corner of the city, a man clad in a black robe stood in the darkest part of the alley, his tall and straight figure enveloped by the black robe, his hands deeply hidden in the sleeves, revealing only a pair of defiant and malevolent eyes.
There was an indescribable gloom about this person; his presence in the darkness immediately made it feel even colder.
Hovering in the air above the desk in front of him was a crystal-clear Crystal Ball, rotating slowly along its own trajectory, emitting dazzling radiance, enchantingly beautiful.
Within the Crystal Ball, strands of blood-red could be clearly seen, so brilliantly red and so vile, adding a fierce gorgeousness to the Crystal Ball.