Du Wuchen looked at him, his brows slowly knitting together. His expression clearly showed that he was trying to process what he had just heard.
"…Sir," he said after a moment, "can we be a bit more reasonable?"
Yang Qingxi lowered her gaze, pressing her lips together. Her shoulders trembled faintly as she tried to hold back a reaction. Zhang Xulin and Leng Shuang also had strange expressions. But thinking of the hell they go through every day during training. It seems there's nothing wrong with calling it a revival.
Su Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Do you think I'm lying?"
Du Wuchen didn't answer directly, but his silence was already enough to explain what he thought.
Su Mo let out a soft scoff. "Fine. Then I'll let you experience it yourself."
The moment his words fell—
The fruit knife on the table suddenly lifted into the air.
Before Du Wuchen could react, it shot forward like a streak of light.
A sharp slash cut through the air.
The next instant, his left arm fell.
