"Who are you? Where's Zhou Yune?"
Ye Xinxue looked at the masked woman with some wariness, drawing her longsword a third of the way out and readying herself to strike at any moment.
"Who I am is not important, the important thing is, you're not leaving tonight."
The masked woman said languidly.
"Haha... It's just as the Saintess is omniscient, knowing I would be in trouble tonight and coming over early to help me!"
With a hearty voice, a man nearly one-point-nine meters tall, with a full face of beard, dark-skinned, and ugly, carrying an axe on his shoulder, walked out of the room.
He was Zhou Yune, the Vice President of the Fengyun General Commerce Association, whose name sounded refined, but in reality, he was a muscular brute.
"Zhou Yune, where's my sister?"
Ye Xinxue's gaze fell sharply on Zhou Yune. No wonder he had always been infatuated with her sister, but she had no feelings for him—a complete Li Kui.