บท 51: A Deeper Trust

Yang Yiting moved her right hand, and in the next second, there was a small cold blade in her hand.

Before everyone could react, she put the dagger on her neck and said to the three guardians of the Wuji Sect. "If that's the case, then what about I kill myself to remove the so-called weakness. I wonder if your leader would be happy about that, hmm?"

Yang Yiting had been carrying this scalpel with her all the time. It was originally used for dissecting a corpse, but she did not expect to use it on herself today.

"What are you doing?" Wu Hen's expression changed when he saw the small knife in Yang Yiting's hand. Quickly, he moved towards her with aim of snatching the dagger from her hand.

"Stop!" Yang Yiting shouted anxiously. "If you don't want to carry a corpse back to whoever sent you."