The atmosphere in the study was undeniably awkward. Ye Xiaolei remained silent, while Shen Qiang, sitting on the tatami drinking tea, glared with piercing eyes at Qian Shanxue, whose beautiful gaze was resolute and coldly determined.
She was very beautiful.
Her figure was tall and graceful, her actions decisive and ruthless, never retreating, exuding an aloofness akin to that of a goddess on a temple dais.
At the same time, Shen Qiang knew that Qian Shanxue, like himself, would take the valuable magical treasures from the enemies they killed. Therefore, Shen Qiang had always instinctively thought that to achieve her goals, Qian Shanxue would be a woman who knew how to adapt.
But now it seemed that the situation was completely different from what Shen Qiang had imagined.
