Su Qing's blade tip was already stuck to Master Lu's eyes. If she gently pushed it in, he would no longer be able to see the sun in the sky. The world would only be dark.
"I'll talk, I'll talk. Please give me a quick death."
The immense fear made Master Lu surrender. The woman in front of him was too vicious. She was even more brutal than their executioner.
He only wished for a quick death to escape this woman's demonic claws.
"Speak."
Su Qing didn't move the tip of the knife away. She continued to press it against his eyes and urged him coldly.
"My name is Wan Yuxiang, the youngest son of the current country's father."
Wan Yuxiang was like a deflated ball. After saying this, he was paralyzed.
He knew that he could not escape death today.
