"What... what exactly do you want?!" Wen Miner bit her lip, her body inching backward slightly.
She had long coveted Ning Shan's skin. Having finally gotten her hands on it this time, she was certainly unwilling to let it go.
"Take it off. Don't make me do it myself." Wen Zhixing didn't advance; he merely casually waved the sword in his hand and smiled at Wen Miner. "I can still take it after I kill you."
A sword flourish bloomed, its cold light flickering.
"You..." Wen Miner clutched her neck; the sword light seemed to make the wound throb with even more pain.
"Take it off!"
Wen Zhixing's wrist flipped, and the long sword flew from his grasp, narrowly missing Wen Miner's side.
CLANG!
The sword lodged into the ground, vibrating incessantly.
Wen Miner turned her head.
She knew this was Wen Zhixing's warning. It also demonstrated his absolute confidence; even if he returned her weapon, what could she do?
