As they spoke, Pan Ziyang had already stepped forward again, reaching out to touch Ji Xuanyue's face.
Ji Xuanyue's expression changed dramatically. Before Pan Ziyang's hand could touch her, a purple flying sword had already appeared in her hand, which she promptly placed against her neck, saying coldly:
"Pan Ziyang, I've said before, I am someone with a Dao companion. If you continue this behavior, then I would rather die myself."
Although Ji Xuanyue's words were calm, it was clear from her tone that she was resolute. If Pan Ziyang dared to take another step, the sword in Ji Xuanyue's hand would surely cut across her own throat.
But this resoluteness caused Pan Ziyang's eyes to suddenly become extremely cold.
"Ji Xuanyue, don't be ungrateful. Who do you think you are? Do you believe that with your strength, dying will be so easy?"
"You... What do you want?"
Pan Ziyang's words finally made the desperately calm Ji Xuanyue show a momentary panic on her face.
