"No, don't! I don't want to die!" Dugu Yan screamed, shaking her head frantically.
Her eyes were filled with desperate pleading.
"No... don't. I know I was wrong."
"I'll never seek revenge against you again. Please, just spare me. Let me live."
"I'm willing to let go of my hatred for you. I'll willingly become your servant, your slave—anything, as long as you spare my life."
Dugu Yan truly regretted it. Regretted it deeply.
She should never have let those two female voices tempt her into attacking Ling Feng with that iron sword to avenge her grandfather.
Now, not only had she failed to gain anything, she had lost everything.
Ling Feng possessed the strength to kill her grandfather with ease. How could she possibly succeed in assassinating him?
That was not an assassination. It was like hanging herself from a noose—rushing to hand him her head.
"A servant? Do you think I'm someone lacking servants?"
Ling Feng sneered as his sword fingers slowly extended forward, aimed straight at her heart.
The iron sword likewise pressed directly toward Dugu Yan's heart.
Feeling the chill closing in on her heart, Dugu Yan's face instantly turned deathly pale.
Endless panic flooded her.
"No... don't kill me. I'm willing to submit to you. I'm willing to become your cultivation furnace, your tool for relieving desire.
Don't let my age fool you. I can take a lot."
In order to live, Dugu Yan no longer cared about anything else.
As long as she could survive at Ling Feng's hands, she was willing to pay any price.
Only those infinitely close to death knew how terrifying death truly was.
"Do you think I'm lacking women?" Ling Feng glanced calmly at Dugu Yan. "If you don't pull out the roots, they'll grow again with the spring