The woman recoiled in terror as she gazed at Yan Xing, her steps faltering as she tried to put some distance between them.
"Stop!" she cried out, desperation lacing her voice.
"Please, spare my life… I have information that may be of use to you. I am willing to do anything to make it worth your while. My body…" Her words trailed off, cut short by Yan Xing's dismissive flick of his sword.
"Too noisy," he remarked coldly.
Yan Xing had no patience for her feeble attempts to delay the inevitable. He knew better than to be swayed by her promises of cooperation; it was clear that she was simply trying to buy herself some time. There was no fooling him.
As if on cue, the woman crumpled to the ground, her body limp and lifeless. Yan Xing did not flinch. He had seen enough death to know that it was just another part of life.
