Much to Zhou Zhixuan's relief, Xia Tian's attention shifted to Ye Zhao, whose terrified expression was etched so deeply on his face that he was on the brink of insanity.
"You see?" whispered Xia Tian, his voice sending chills down Zhou Zhixuan's spine. "I do it for that."
"For what?" asked Zhou Zhixuan, her curiosity getting the better of her.
She turned around and followed Xia Tian's line of sight, her eyes widening in horror as she caught sight of Ye Zhao's half-broken form.
Xia Tian chuckled, the sound of his mirth making Zhou Zhixuan's skin crawl. "The more terrified and helpless they are, the better I feel," he explained, with a spark in his eyes that sent shivers through Zhou Zhixuan's body.
He didn't do it just for Qing Shi Lian's body, Xia Tian continued.
The woman was beautiful, no doubt, but did Xia Tian lack beauty?