Still, Lin feng didn't argue. A true gentleman adapts.
"Fine," Lin Feng said with a casual shrug. "Just don't blame me if you die as a consequence." His tone was light and almost indifferent.
Then… He raised a single finger. No grand display of power. No overwhelming aura. No earth-shattering technique. Just… a simple point toward Qin Ran.
Yet in that instant… Qin Ran's expression changed. Her pupils shrank violently. A chilling sensation surged from the depths of her soul, spreading through her entire body like ice.
In that finger… She saw only one thing.
Death.
Not metaphorical. Not distant. But absolute, inevitable death. It was as if the heavens themselves had drawn a line across her fate and that finger was the execution. For the first time in countless years…
Qin Ran felt fear.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Qin Ran tried to scream. But no sound came out.
