Chapter 139: A Severed Wrist, Kneeling, and Decapitation

The atmosphere was instantly heavy and stifled. The birdsong and rustling of insects were initially pleasant, but now, it was irritating. The dazed middle-aged swordsman rubbed his forehead but remained silent. Cha Jin picked up her teacup and took a sip before saying, “Young Lord, your eyes are bright as torches, and your foresight is practically divine. I deeply admire you, but might you listen to my conditions before you decide to refuse me?” Su Yi raised the glass of wine he’d poured...