The Black Witch's icy gaze swept over the Far East Eunuch, like two sharp blades carrying a heavy aura of death, seemingly about to pierce through his soul.
The Far East Eunuch felt a surge of chill aura in his heart, sensing that the other could kill him as effortlessly as crushing an ant. Yet, he still stiffened his neck, unwilling and not daring to retreat even a half step.
The other might possibly crush him, but if he failed in his duties, it would certainly be death without any chance of survival, and he would instantly earn a spot on the blood sacrifice list.
"No worries, you may go!" Khan Yamun, needing a favor, appeared very approachable as he waved at the eunuch.
"As you command." The Far East Eunuch, as if receiving amnesty, bowed slightly, tucked his legs, and stepped out silently like a cat.
