Baili An glanced at her indifferently and poked her in the chest, "You're dead, and I believe Ning Feiyan won't shed a single tear for you. A useful knife should display its sharpness and value with all its might, shouldn't it?"
Hong Zhuang: "..."
"Help me rescue Fang Geyu, and I will let you go back. You can still be her knife, her assassin, rather than die worthlessly in some corner unknown to your master."
Hong Zhuang lost her ability to speak and said nothing more.
Baili An sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "We can have a good talk."
Hong Zhuang found him somewhat laughable, "You won't negotiate terms with my master, yet you'll negotiate with me, a prisoner at your feet?"
"Do you really think she can accomplish the goal of this journey?"
