The woman's wrist was pinched by the chopsticks in Yun Mengyao's hand, unable to move, and she looked at Qin Yi angrily, "If it's not mine, could it be yours?"
Qin Yi looked at Yun Mengyao, "Let her go."
Yun Mengyao snorted coldly, released the chopsticks, and warned: "I advise you to behave because he's not as kind as I am. The number of people he has killed is in the millions, you're just a rookie; you'd die without even knowing how."
The woman's eyes shrank, and she felt an inexplicable chill in her heart.
Millions, what kind of concept is that? Just thinking about it sends chills down one's spine.
"What's your name?" Qin Yi asked.
The woman pursed her lips, her face full of stubbornness, and remained silent.
Qin Yi handed the ancient text to her.
The woman was stunned for a moment, then grabbed it instantly and turned to leave.
Qin Yi said indifferently: "Without my protection, with your level of cultivation, you won't survive leaving Tianming City."
