"How did it go? Don't tell me you've been on tenterhooks for three days?"
After responding, the man from the Yi Family burst into laughter, his face full of mockery.
Ning Xuan laughed along. "I have regrets."
"It's not too late to regret. Thank me, and I'll send you on your way. I'll be quick, to spare you the pain."
The smile remained on Ning Xuan's face. "What I regret is taking so long. To deal with a beast like you, I shouldn't have waited three days—one would have been enough."
At this, the man from the Yi Family stopped laughing and snorted coldly. "Still stubborn at death's door! In that case, you'll only have yourself to blame!"
Ning Xuan ignored him, instead turning to a woman in the crowd. "Miss, may I borrow your sword?"
Not only did the woman nod immediately, but she also added, "Young Master Ning, this sword belonged to her. If you can use it to take his life, her spirit will surely find peace."
