He then reached his hand into the void. When it reappeared, he was holding the woman from before.
The woman was dangling from Hong Batian's hand like a chick.
"Speak. What's your name?"
With his arms folded, Hong Batian looked down at the pitiful woman lying on the ground and spoke indifferently.
"Hong Yue. Senior, I was wrong, I really was! Please spare my life, Senior. You can have anything you want—as long as I have it, I'll give it to you."
Hong Yue clung to Hong Batian's arm as she lay on the ground, pleading pitifully for mercy.
Tears covered her beautiful face, and she cried so movingly that anyone who saw her would soften, unable to resist pulling her into their arms and cherishing her.
"Get up. I won't kill you, but you're coming with me."
As soon as Hong Batian finished speaking, Hong Yue immediately got up, took her fiery red longbow in hand, and followed behind him.
"As long as Senior doesn't kill me, I'll do anything."
Hong Yue wiped away the tears on her face, her expression turning resolute as though she had become an entirely different person.
"You're this afraid of death, yet you still went around robbing people?"
Along the way, Hong Batian asked Hong Yue beside him.
"Senior, we only have one life, and we only live once. Who isn't afraid of death? I haven't lived enough yet. I haven't even seen enough of this beautiful world. I don't want to die so young."
Hong Yue pouted, completely lacking the imposing manner she had shown earlier.
"Oh? What was that blockhead with the sword to you? Why didn't he think of coming to save you?"
Hong Batian raised a brow.
"Him? I only met him after entering this place. He's pretty strong,