The chill wind of early winter is icy.
But Zhao Ruyue, staying in this inn at the moment, feels an even colder touch on her neck.
She can already feel a slight pain on her neck, as if blood is trickling down to the ground.
The bone-chilling cold makes Zhao Ruyue stand as still as a wooden sculpture, her face full of incredulity.
She is at the Great Success of Shattering Void Realm; though not top-tier in the Black Market, she is among the upper-echelon.
In the Black Market, the majority are not her match.
And since she launched a surprise attack against two cultivators at the initial level of Void Shattering Realm, how could she fail?
Yet now, she has been severely wounded by the opponent's single strike, unable to muster any strength to resist.
Zhao Ruyue finds it incredible and develops a trace of fear towards the young man in front of her.
Especially upon hearing the man's words, she knows that if her answer is not accurate, her head might truly leave her neck.
