The sword at Li Yun's waist had been unsheathed at some unknown moment and was now held steadily against the other man's neck.
"One more look, and you can forget about that worthless life of yours."
Li Yun's voice wasn't loud when he said this. It didn't even carry a hint of intimidation, as if he were asking something as mundane as, "Have you eaten?"
But it was precisely this calm that instilled a more profound and genuine fear—the kind that made you believe if you dared to look again, the sharp blade would slit your throat the very next second.
The man finally learned his lesson.
With an Evil God like Li Yun keeping watch in the courtyard, Ming Lingyi's questioning proceeded much more smoothly.
"Five years ago, do you know who lived in the courtyard next to yours?"
