Xu Qing recognized that girl in red.1

As for her, she had already spotted him on the pillar, but the eyes beneath her mask didn’t betray any sort of reaction. She knew who he was, and didn’t care at all about his unusually good looks. From a young age, she had experienced the ugliest side of humanity, and knew that physical appearances were a shell, nothing more. Even someone with incredible good looks who provoked her would end up as a rotting corpse. It was the same end result for people who were ugly. There was no difference.11

In fact, a moment later her evil ghost scythe sent her a message via divine will, and it caused her eyes to turn icy cold. “Ghost Hand and Mad Dog are here. Ghost Hand is on the pillar, and Mad Dog is in the crowd below.”14

Chuckling silently, she stared at Xu Qing on the pillar for a moment before looking away. Killing was prohibited in this place, so she was already devising a plan to secretly put them to death.5

Xu Qing’s eyes were just as cold as hers as he released his grip on the pillar and began his descent. The moment he lost contact with the pillar, numerous beams of light shot out. There were so many that the people in the crowd below...0