Qianye stood perfectly still, not even looking back. “You clearly know the answer, why the extra effort?”

She said, “But you didn’t attack, did you? That means you still want to listen to what I have to say.”

“Speak.”

“Not inviting me for a drink first? I came with good intentions, you know.”

Qianye finally turned back. The person in front was clad in a black gown, but that did poorly to hide her lithe figure. Those eyes of hers possessed an exceptional reflection of her wild nature as well as a familiar beauty.

“Twilight, this isn’t the Empire, but I have no good impression of you. Since you’re here, I hope you’re prepared to never return.”

Twilight chuckled. “You’re not that heartless. Besides, it’s not that easy to keep me here, is it?”

She hadn’t finished speaking when Qianye grabbed her throat and lifted her into the air. This move was as swift as lightning—she had seen his actions, but her entire body was limp and sluggish. She could do nothing but watch as she fell into Qianye’s hands.

That kind of feeling was an absolute bloodline suppression from a superior expert, something...