8) Three and Brach...

Bai Lung's piercing gaze swept over Xu Yin, his expression betraying not a single flicker of emotion.

It was as though she was a mere insect, unworthy of his attention. With a subtle tilt of his chin, he regarded her coolly.

"So, the cast-aside wife deigns to grace me with her presence..." His voice was velvet-smooth, yet carried an undercurrent of disdain due to her lack of talent.

Bai Lung is a villain, a cursed child of heaven, beauty means nothing if she doesn't possess any talent in cultivation, for him.

"Let's cut the chase and be truthful... Tell me, what do you possess that could possibly be of use to one such as I?"

The atmosphere suddenly turned oppressive.

Xu Yin met his gaze unflinchingly, her own features carefully schooled into an impassive mask.