Through his avatar's eyes, Wang Jixuan watched the only "living person" in the cabin.
After a brief moment of thought, Wang Jixuan casually swept his longsword.
Every hair on Li Qiwei's body stood on end. He thought he was about to die.
But as the Sword Light passed, the porthole before Li Qiwei, along with part of the cabin structure, suddenly collapsed.
He stumbled forward and landed on the soft sand. Just as he was about to look up, the tip of a longsword pressed against his throat.
The desert night was somewhat freezing, and cold wind poured down Li Qiwei's neck.
The sword was only a few millimeters away from him;
His mind went blank. He thought this was how he would die, yet the blade did not thrust forward. It turned left and pressed down on his shoulder.
Li Qiwei's legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees with a thud.
"What is your name?"
"Xing Tian's" voice was low and hoarse.
"Li, Li Qiwei Leon."
"Do you know why I'm not killing you?" Wang Jixuan slowly asked through the avatar.
Li Qiwei shook his head forcefully, then hurriedly nodded. His mind spun frantically.
"You, you want me to deliver a message to them..."
"Smart."
"Xing Tian" seemed to smile.
"Besides that, you carry no resentment from taking lives. Your hands are relatively clean. Tell them they may come here to die, but they are not to involve the innocent civilians here. I have abandoned darkness for the light and am ashamed to stand alongside them."
"O-okay."
Wang Jixuan said no more and controlled the avatar to turn around.
Li Qiwei's hands trembled.
A mad thought rose in his heart—launch a sneak attack on the person before him!
This was a good chance to prove himself!
But