On the outskirts of Xuandu City, in a certain villa, the room was pitch dark as a man stood trembling in front of the couch.
"How could this have failed? What did I instruct you to do before!" A hoarse voice rose in the room, startling the man into getting goosebumps all over.
"Master, the failure is my fault. Please, forgive me this once! I will immediately start making arrangements to send someone to steal the Jade Spirit again!" The man's voice was thick with terror as his large, burly body shivered like a sieve, breaking out in cold sweat.
However, the dark figure on the couch didn't give him a chance to make amends.
A gust of cold wind brushed past his ear, and the man felt a chill in his neck. He reached out his hand in a daze to touch his neck... where was his head?
Where was his head?
In an instant, blood gushed from the severed neck, and the headless corpse stood rigidly on the spot, facing the person on the couch with a cold, icy stare.
