The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto their figures. Ji Ruyan took out a water pouch from the carriage and offered it to her, "Dark Slave sister, have some water."
"No need."
Dark Slave remained her usual icy self, unapproachable to strangers.
Ji Ruyan could only continue to make conversation, "Dark Slave sister, what is that character tattooed on your chest?"
Dark Slave turned her head to look at her, hesitated for a long moment, and then replied softly, "Ghost Emperor."
Ever since Dark Slave was old enough to understand, she had always been at the headquarters of Ghost Emperor, learning skills of murder. Her master had told her that the person she must protect in this life was only one, her master.
The entire organization swore to serve him, and the Ghost Emperor was also the master of her life.
If the master wished her to live, she could not die; if the master wished her to die, she could not live.
