Ye Heng's breath caught, and the blood in his veins seemed to freeze solid.
His mind went blank for a moment, leaving only a single thought: 'This man is going to kill me!'
Ye Heng didn't know where the blade had come from or how it had escaped the notice of the government officers, but he could now feel its chilling sharpness with terrifying clarity.
If he made the slightest move, the man could kill him in an instant.
Ye Heng swallowed hard, his palm trembling uncontrollably.
He had just started to turn his head when he felt the blade press in deeper.
A sharp sting made him freeze on the spot.
His mind raced, trying to figure out who could possibly want him dead.
He had already lost everything and was being exiled to Tongbei. Why was someone still after him?
To pursue him over such a great distance was one thing, but to strike on the very eve of his arrival in Tongbei!
