The man in the black robe glanced at Ranmil. "Do you mean it?"
Ranmil said, "I've sold my soul to you. Otherwise, you wouldn't have taught me Fierce Face, right?"
She raised her head and gritted her teeth. "You can take my life at any moment. Am I wrong?"
The man stared at Ranmil and gave her a sympathetic look. He then shook his head and said, "Remember what you said."
He disappeared right after that.
Ranmil was glad to see him leave. She sat on the ground and let out a breath of relief.
Her forehead was covered in cold sweat.
She was the only one who knew how terrifying that man was.
Qingcao woke up, rubbing the back of her head.
"Did I fall asleep?" She knelt down and asked for Ranmil's forgiveness. "Your Highness, I'm at fault!"
Ranmil waved her off.
Qingcao immediately rose to her feet and helped Ranmil stand up.
All Ranmil could think of now was Jun Linyuan.
She only had one last shot.
