Upon hearing this, the woman's face briefly revealed a faintly carved expression, but it quickly faded away. "If he finds out about this, what will you do?" she asked, her voice tinged with a slight panic.
"Don't worry." Zhong Hui continued to laugh, focusing more on the ice crystal he was crafting—a sculpture of Yan Xiaobao standing before him. "He needs me."
Zhong Hui shrugged as he looked at the frozen figure of the eleven-year-old boy before him, a satisfied expression crossing his face. "But he will never know. Eliminating seven Crusaders."
"You can't!" The blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman gasped in horror, only to be silenced by the joyful expression on Zhong Hui's face. "Of course I can," he replied, grinning. "I hold them in my grasp."
