The blade's tip slid away from his neck. He had used no force, merely shifted the blade from its original position.
The girl felt an immense force travel through the blade. Unable to resist at all, she could only stumble backward with it, retreating several steps before stopping against the partition between the inner chamber and the living room.
Her fingers still gripped the knife's handle, but its tip no longer pointed at him.
Xiao Yun did not pursue her. He turned, walked over to the living room sofa, and sat down as though he were in his own home.
Leaning against the backrest, he looked at the girl, who was still tense. "What's your name? Why are you in the City of Slaughter?"
Instead of answering, the girl asked, "Who exactly are you?"
"Xiao Huohuo," Xiao Yun said. "A newcomer. I only arrived today."
Her expression did not soften at all. If anything, confirming that he was a newcomer seemed to make her even more wary. She remained silent.
That was rather rude. A little annoyed himself, Xiao Yun raised his right hand toward her.
The girl felt something tighten in the air, as though an invisible hand had lifted her bodily, carried her away from the wall and across the living room, and set her down on the sofa opposite him.
She tried to stand, but the hand rested on her shoulder. It exerted no force, yet she could not move.
She struggled several times. Her shoulders did not deform under the pressure, but her center of gravity remained fixed to the seat. She could not budge an inch.
Watching her from across the room, Xiao Yun's lips curved slightly. "With your abilities, are you sure you want to do this the hard way?"
She tried a few