"It seems you have quite a big problem with me."
Su Yi looked at Yan, who stood beside Xie Yue, his face covered in a smile.
That smile was gentle and refined. Even in the eyes he fixed on Yan, there was not the slightest trace of anger.
It was as though Yan's vicious glare did not bother him in the least.
The way he looked at Yan was as gentle as if he were looking at an old friend he had not seen in a long time.
Yet, the moment Su Yi finished speaking, he vanished from where he stood behind Bibi Dong.
When he reappeared, he had crossed a distance of over twenty meters and stood directly before Yan.
At some point, the Black Dagger had appeared in his hand, its tip pressed against Yan's throat.
Upon closer inspection, the dagger's tip was only one millimeter away from Yan's throat.
If it moved forward even a few more millimeters, it would pierce straight in.
Feeling the sharpness of the dagger at his throat, Yan did not even dare breathe.
Cold sweat continuously rolled down his forehead. Looking at the smiling, graceful, and cultured Su Yi before him, there was no longer any hatred or killing intent in Yan's eyes—only deep terror.
The instant that guy had vanished, Yan had wanted to summon his martial soul.
Unfortunately, that guy was actually faster than an Agility-attack type Soul Master above level thirty.
So fast that he had not even been given time to summon his martial soul before Su Yi had appeared in front of him.
Su Yi, who stood before him with a smile on his face, looked at Yan and gently said, "Be careful next time, or I might kill you."
As Su Yi spoke, he withdrew the