As she spoke, Liu Xuanxuan looked down at her wrist.
A long red thread was tied around her wrist, dangling in mid-air, barely visible in the pitch-black night.
However, the pure white silk kept pulling at the red thread, emitting a high-pitched, straining sound.
Liu Xuanxuan's expression instantly darkened.
Su Ye advanced on Liu Xuanxuan step by step, her feet CRUNCHING on the withered leaves and branches on the ground.
Su Ye's eyes were devoid of emotion as she spoke, her voice flat.
"It seems Miss Liu won't be leaving after all."
The moment she finished speaking, the white silk flew back into Su Ye's hand, where it suddenly coiled upon itself several times, hardening into a rod.
Su Ye raised her arm and swung.
'She was not in the habit of sparing those who developed killing intent toward her and actually acted on it.'
'Forgiving someone like this wasn't her duty. Eradicating them was.'
Liu Xuanxuan fell back, step after step.
