The man's hand was ice-cold and forceful, gripping her neck like a venomous snake coiling around, sending chills down one's spine.
Xin Lin stared unblinkingly at the man's body without a hint of shyness. The man raised his left hand, and a nearby Jiao Pillar suddenly transformed into a beam of black light.
A voluminous robe with gold and black interwoven patterns draped over the man's bare body, fueling other's wild imaginations.
His grip tightened, and the immense strength seemed as though it would snap Xin Lin's delicate neck in an instant.
Xin Lin barely inhaled, exhaling more than she inhaled, her face instantly turning deathly pale.
Yet she showed no fear, her clear black and white eyes fearlessly glaring at the man.
"Go easy, if I kick the bucket by snapping my legs, you can forget about getting the Fu Tian Pill back."