The voice was calm and merciless, and a hint of struggle finally entered the girl's eyes.
Although this was a mission, and she knew her chances of returning were extremely low, the instinct to survive always made people struggle reflexively.
Or perhaps... this was simply far too quick a death.
There was not a trace of desire in this man's expression, only scrutiny and wariness, as though he had been prepared for her all along.
Moreover, the pain in her lower abdomen was growing fiercer. The girl understood that a wound from a small blade could not cause such intense pain. This was an Evil Cultivator's method.
Something worse than death was falling into an Evil Cultivator's hands and experiencing a fate worse than death.
Li Xingtian stared into the girl's eyes. "Your master doesn't seem to have any real intention of coming to save you."
"I... no... no one." The increasingly intense pain began to contort the girl's entire face, and her voice grew somewhat hysterical. "I... really... no one... instructed me."
Li Xingtian gently twisted the dagger. "Does it hurt?"
Her face pale, the girl nodded hard, both hands clutching his large hands, which she could not budge.
"Then do you know that an ordinary mortal who has never experienced these things actually can't endure this pain?" Li Xingtian's voice was calm. "If the person before me were an ordinary mortal, all she would be doing now is begging for mercy and confessing, rather than denying it with such composure as you."
The steadily worsening pain left the girl unable to maintain her initial calm or carefully recall the techniques she had once learned. Or rather, even if she remembered them, they would probably be useless before this Evil Cultivator who had no interest in women.
But the