After a long while, Nan He returned to the seat of honor and looked at Xiao Heng. She admitted that she had underestimated this man, and that was precisely why she had suffered such a huge loss. If Xiao Heng had truly been as the intelligence described—a One-star Dou Sheng—then her plan would indeed have had a high chance of success.
But since Xiao Heng possessed the strength to overturn the chessboard, why should he follow the rules others had set, step by step? He needed to be cautious when facing the Soul Hall, and admit defeat when facing the Soul Clan, but when facing the Myriad Poison Den and an isolated, helpless princess, was he supposed to keep lying low? A One-star Dou Sheng, especially one who had only recently broken through, was not enough to make him back down.
"What would it take for you to remove the soul mark?" Nan He asked through gritted teeth. At this moment, she truly hated the person who had gathered intelligence for her. What One-star Dou Sheng? What unknown nobody? With such strength, let alone her, even if her father emerged from seclusion, he might not necessarily be a match for him.
"Simple. Once my woman comes out of seclusion, if I'm in a good mood, I'll remove it." Xiao Heng was far less courteous to Nan He than he had been to Yao Ming. Mainly because Yao Ming was far more polite than this woman.
"You...!" Nan He had just been about to curse at him, but the pain in her soul reminded her that her life was now in this man's hands. If he wished, a single thought could take her life. No one wanted to die, and neither did she. Taking a deep breath and doing her best