Hearing Grey's apology, the small coin suspended in the air suddenly stopped rotating. At the same time, the dagger that had already begun to pierce his forehead slowly retreated by an inch.
Grey had already concluded that the woman did not truly intend to kill him. If she did, there would be no need for all this. More importantly, killing a disciple of the sect without proper justification would undoubtedly cause a massive uproar. As an elder, the punishment she would face would be severe.
Still, Grey did not allow his thoughts to show on his face.
Instead, he pretended to be relieved as the dagger slowly withdrew from his forehead. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he maintained his respectful posture.
"I must say," the woman said coldly, "for a talented child like yourself, you possess quite a bit of courage. You nearly caused the death of my disciple. Had I arrived a little later, she would already be dead."
