"There's no need for you to worry about that, my time is precious. Can we start now?" the youth said with an indifferent glance at the ceiling, his voice languid and careless.
The rope suddenly fell at a high speed, stopping just half a centimeter above the ground this time, making onlookers' hearts nearly leap out.
It was terrifying...
Ning Zihuan didn't even blink, a sly curve still playing on his lips, "Master Pei, how about it? Isn't it thrilling?"
Pei Qinghan smiled, that smile seemingly stuck to his face, giving no hint of any flaw, leaving others unable to tell whether he was happy or angry.
It was truly infuriating.
With a flick of his toes, the dagger flipped in mid-air and gently landed in Pei Qinghan's hand.
Pei Qinghan just looked at the dagger in his hand, his fingertips brushed across its blade—truly a good dagger, sharp enough to sever hair and slice through iron as if it were mud.
