Upon hearing Yang Chen's shout, Left Envoy Yang's shin couldn't help but shiver, and a burst of anger flared up in her phoenix eyes, glaring at Yang Chen. "If you continue to speak nonsense, I'll cut out your tongue!"
"Go ahead!" Yang Chen smiled cheekily, provoking her.
Immediately, Left Envoy Yang wiped under the table, and a sharp dagger glimmered with cold light, poised against Yang Chen's neck.
Yang Chen, of course, noticed Left Envoy Yang's action, but he didn't dodge.
Because he knew that Left Envoy Yang wouldn't actually act.
Feeling the chill from the dagger, Yang Chen wasn't afraid at all. He gazed deeply at Left Envoy Yang, stretched out two fingers to clamp the dagger, slowly moving it to his chest, then leaned forward slightly, letting the dagger press close against his chest.
