Death, it must be death—maybe a quick one—so I don't have to worry every waking moment about being rotted alive by poison or stabbed in the dark...
Hand some intel to this woman... maybe she can kill that terrifying man.
Wu Xie only watched this man fall silent for a brief moment before he spoke: "I can only tell you one thing—Snow Lotus Festival. Since you're that capable, look into it and you'll find the person you're looking for..."
Sui Yi nodded: "Mm, thanks."
Psycho, you're thanking me?
And as she thanked him, her Inner Strength twined into a thread and directly pierced through the man's heart meridians, sealing the deadly poison.
The man was dying.
"No need to thank me. In the end, if you win, he dies. If you lose, you die. Either way, I don't lose out."
The man collapsed. Snowflakes drifted down coldly onto him, freezing into ice.
Sui Yi lifted her head to look at the sky: pitch-black, with only the snow showing white.
