Endless killing intent filled Leng Ning's eyes. "Yan Duo, do you have any last words?"
Her voice was low and cold, making Yan Duo's body tremble. "Miss Leng, we don't actually have any grudges against each other, do we?"
"Is that so?"
Leng Ning retorted, "Twenty years ago, my Leng Family suffered a great disaster. And in that very same year, your Yan Family's fortunes rose. You still think there's no grudge between us?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, but I think you must have some misunderstanding about my Yan Family. Please, don't be rash. As long as I'm alive, there's still hope for everything, right?" Yan Duo stared at the longsword pressed against his neck, his heart filled with despair.
He understood that there was no chance of escape now.
"Young Master!"
Just then, Yan Duo's maidservant rushed over, brandishing her sword. The air grew thick with tension.
"Die!"
But with a wave of her hand, Leng Ning sent a streak of Sword Qi flying out.
