Pei Yuan watched attentively as Meng Fuyao formed the Cleaving Nine Heavens gesture with her hand, her expression fluctuating as she took two steps back.
The atmosphere around them gradually turned threatening.
Meng Fuyao exhaled noiselessly. Her movements were well-controlled, but her back was so sweaty that it started itching as her garment started sticking to it.
Pei Yuan looked frostily at her, saying, "Tell me who did it and I won't touch you again, I swear. Otherwise, don't think about escaping unscathed. I will not let you go, no matter how wounded I may be."
"Really?" Meng Fuyao blinked.
"Of course," Pei Yuan asserted. "I always mean what I say."
"You swear?" Meng Fuyao smiled. "More crosses appear on your face if you go back on your word. Your body will be filled with circles and crosses, as will your whole family."
"You–––" Pei Yuan was about to collapse from anger. She clenched her teeth but swore nonetheless.
