A man and a woman, two figures, slowly approached.
The man was tall and straight, with a handsome face so perfect it defied criticism, lips tightly closed, face stern, and the powerful aura emanating from his body set him off as if he were from hell itself, inspiring awe spontaneously in all those around him.
The woman's complexion was fair as snow, her features exquisite as if painted, with not a hint of a smile in her cold, snow-like eyes, yet she carried an air of noble grace that was untouchable and authoritative.
Standing together, the two of them were very well-matched, like a delightful painting to behold.
"Who are you, and why did you want to kill my son?" The Tianji Sect Master glared furiously at Song Yan Ning and Qin Yushen. He had never met these two before, nor had he offended them, so why did they target his son?
"The murder was committed by you, it has nothing to do with us," Song Yan Ning spread her hands, an innocent expression on her face.
