The tear-stained face looked at the bare neck under her claws. She was no longer crying and shaking but her mind… her mind was suddenly rushed with unimaginable things.
"Release him." Elder Zhu demanded, pushing the blade against Bai Shuyin's throat.
The young woman glanced down, finally registering the gleaming sword at her throat, catching a glimpse of her wide, glowing eyes. There was a slit replacing the usual orb of the pupil in the reflection of the blade.
"I said, release him," This time, Elder Zhu didn't hesitate to press the sword harder and it broke the skin, fortunately, it wasn't that deep to cause any damage. It merely acted as a warning for her to back off. Blood bubbled from the red thin line on Bai Shuyin's neck, one dripped down her neck and stained her inner clothes.
