Chapter 342: Black Witch Sect

Such a pure look in her eyes. So pure it screamed that she wanted to stab Benson Santee twice. That was the message Benson Santee caught the moment his gaze met Kylie Yale's. They held eye contact for nearly twenty counts before Benson Santee finally "lost." He turned and walked away. Kylie Yale did not chase. She only watched him go until his figure faded into the distance. "I'm losing my patience more and more…" she murmured to herself. Whoosh! Whip! Several hostile figures slipped in...