In the vast woods, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, creating a soft, whispering sound.
Warm sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Before them lay a picturesque scene, tranquil and pleasing to the eye.
Amidst this picturesque scene, Wang Tianxing stood with his hands clasped behind his back, staring coldly at Li Yun.
"Give me your life."
At Wang Tianxing's words, a chill shot through Li Yun, as if he'd been plunged into an ice cellar.
Though the surrounding scenery was pleasant, the sky warm, and the dappled shadows lulling, Li Yun had no time to appreciate any of it.
With barely a moment's hesitation, he spun around and bolted, using every ounce of strength he had to escape.
He wanted his life.
Those four simple words made Li Yun understand the situation perfectly, sending a chill through his body as if he'd been plunged back into the ice cellar.
