Yueyue pouted and stepped aside, her eyes filled with grievance as she looked at her older brother.
Qiqi finally regained his calm, withdrew his gaze from his sister, and turned to look at Huo Yaotian, tied up tightly on the ground, "I'll count to three, and if you still won't talk, I promise the broadsword in my hand will show no mercy."
Huo Yaotian, though doubtful that a child could kill him, felt a sudden surge of panic at the resolute look in the boy's eyes. As Qiqi's young voice slowly counted "one", "two", Huo Yaotian's heart struggled immensely. But as the blade at his neck once again nicked his skin, sending sharp pain to his brain, he realized this was not a bluff. So, when Qiqi shouted "three", he blurted out, "In the cave on the back mountain."
Qiqi observed Huo Yaotian's forehead, soaked in sweat, dripping slowly down his already wet hair—a drop, then another, until the ground beneath was wet.
