"It's possible."
Three simple words, delivered in a tone so calm and slightly indifferent.
The voice was incredibly familiar.
Pu Yan and Sheng Xia's hearts skipped a beat.
The two of them whipped around abruptly.
However, with visibility extremely low, they could faintly hear footsteps but couldn't pinpoint the exact location of the person.
For a moment, guilt, nervousness, confusion washed over their chests, then spread to their limbs; their hands and feet felt as if they were filled with lead, too heavy to move even an inch.
In just a few seconds, their backs were covered in a cold sweat.
Chilling to the core.
Latterly, they heard a slight noise behind them.
Before they could turn around, they felt the cold tip of a blade against their necks, touching nothing but coldness, yet they knew precisely what was rested on their throats.
"You're dead."
Four simple words, spoken lightly, easily ending their assessment.
