Hearing this, Lin Kuang, who had been relaxing on the sofa, sat bolt upright. His expression instantly turned grave.
"What did you say?" Lin Kuang asked, his voice low, afraid he had misheard.
"I said Liu Shiyu is in our hands. We're in Shennongjia. Bring the sword in exchange for her, or you can come collect her corpse!" the man on the other end of the phone repeated, his calm voice filled with indifference.
"Let me hear her voice," Lin Kuang demanded.
"Fine," the man replied.
Just a few seconds later, the Witch's voice came through. "Don't come! There are so many of them…"
Just as she finished, Lin Kuang heard a muffled sound over the phone, followed by silence.
"Alright, you've heard her voice. Now, come here. You must come alone," the man said.
"Fine, I'm on my way. But you'd better not hurt her. If you dare to harm a single hair on her head, I will wipe every last one of you out!" Lin Kuang said, his voice icy and brimming with killing intent.
