"What is your name?"
Inside the palace, Ke Han sat upright in the seat of honor, looking at Ji Hailan before him with a smile as he asked.
"Ji Hailan," Ji Hailan said flatly.
"Not bad! Your talent truly is remarkable!"
Ke Han nodded in praise and continued, "To tell the truth, it would be a pity to kill someone with talent like yours!"
Looking at Ji Hailan, Ke Han fell into brief contemplation. Originally, he had not intended to let Ji Hailan live for long.
He had only taken her as a slave because she had defeated him.
He had planned to cultivate bitterly for a while longer, then fight her again and kill her, proving himself to everyone in the process.
But now, he no longer wished to do that.
A woman with such talent and such peerless beauty might become his right-hand support in the future. Killing her would indeed be somewhat regrettable.
"My life is in your hands. Whether I live or die depends entirely on a single thought from you," Ji Hailan said coldly.
"Since you know your life is in my hands, why are you still so cold?" Ke Han sneered. What a proud swan. Even at this point, she still refused to lower her head.
"Do as you please," Ji Hailan remained cold. It was not that she did not want to live, but she understood that acting humble would not only be useless—it might even make her die faster.
Soul Clan people had never lacked lowly slaves.
Therefore, Ji Hailan knew that she had to retain a measure of backbone and pride if she wanted any hope of surviving.
"You have character. I like that..." Ke Han smiled faintly. Just as he was about to say a few more words to Ji