Yang Hanying kneeling on the ground

Wu Li stood in astonishment, struck by the gravity of Shadow's words and the unshakable confidence with which she delivered them.

Even the onlookers, including Yang Sheng, Ethan, and Yang Sheng's men, couldn't help but keep their eyes fixed on the young woman at the entrance.

Yet, there was another individual whose gaze remained steadfastly locked on Shadow since she appeared.

Yang Hanying felt his heart on the verge of bursting from his chest as he observed her.

Only tonight did he have the opportunity to look at her properly. She appeared to be the same girl from the past, but her demeanor had undergone a notable change—it had sharpened. As if she were a blade that hadn't been honed enough, and now, in her present state, her edge was gleaming brightly.

It was her unwavering confidence that had always drawn him to her.