"Is she mute?" Li Chen asked coldly while pointing at the girl, addressing Bai Wutian.
Bai Wutian shook his head and replied, "No!"
"Since she's not, then you better shut up!"
Li Chen's words carried a chilling murderous intent, sending shivers down Bai Wutian's spine.
He wanted to erupt in anger, but the sight of Wui Batian's lifeless severed head reminded him to suppress his rage and continuously offer his apologies with deep bows.
Li Chen couldn't be bothered to quibble with him and turned to ask the girl the same question again.
"What's your name, and how old are you this year?"
The girl, trembling with fear, replied, "My name is Bai Yaoyao, I am sixteen years old today!"
After she answered, not hearing Li Chen speak again, she mustered the courage to take a glance at him.
The man before her only seemed to be two to three years older than herself. His face was handsome like jade, more attractive than any young man in the village.
