"Like Yama Hell, resembling the Asura Slaughter, the pallid skeletons, headless corpses, and an air thick with a boundlessly intense stench of blood nauseated anyone who smelled it.
Zhuo Junting was terrified, extremely terrified. When she saw the scene before her, her soul felt as if it had left her body and she could hardly believe what she was witnessing.
Thud—thud—thud.
Heavy footsteps resounded, and Ye Xuan walked slowly toward her, snapping Zhuo Junting back to reality as she stumbled backward in panic.
"Ye... Mr. Ye... Do you want to kill me?" Zhuo Junting's voice shook with fear.
Looking at Zhuo Junting, overwhelmed with fright, Ye Xuan slowly shook his head, his eyes devoid of any pity.
"If it hadn't been for my timely arrival today, would not my mother have died in vain here?" Ye Xuan's malevolent mood had now calmed down, but his voice remained cold and merciless.