"Who are you?" The woman's icy voice came with an equally icy blade.
Xu Zimo turned his head with a smile.
"Don't move," the woman warned vigilantly.
"I came looking for something," Xu Zimo said.
"This is my room. What could possibly be yours?" the woman snorted.
"You'd better explain yourself honestly, or this young lady's sword will show no mercy today."
Xu Zimo lightly flicked his right hand, and the sword blade began to tremble as a powerful force of vibration surged forth.
The woman's right hand instantly loosened its grip, and the longsword fell to the floor.
"At such a young age, you should wave swords and spears around less," Xu Zimo said.
Ignoring the woman, he simply wandered around the room.
"What exactly are you looking for?" The woman seemed to realize that Xu Zimo meant her no harm and followed after him to ask.
Xu Zimo looked around for quite some time, yet still found nothing related to demonic qi.
He turned and looked at the woman again.
The woman jumped in fright and retreated several steps.
"Hand over your Storage Ring," Xu Zimo said.
"Why should I give it to you? I won't." The woman turned her hand aside and snorted.
Xu Zimo chuckled. With a wave of his hand, the longsword that had fallen to the ground instantly flew up and came to rest against the woman's neck.
"Will you hand it over, or shall I take it?"
"I don't believe you really dare kill me," the woman answered stubbornly.
The sword pressed harder, and a faint trace of blood had already appeared on her neck.
"You're crazy! I'll give it to you!" The woman cried out in alarm.
She quickly removed the Storage Ring from her hand and tossed it to Xu Zimo.