Chi Wenyan shook his head frantically: "I don’t want to die... I don’t want to die!"
Wen Hanwei looked at Hui Wuniang, whose pale face had already fainted, and the broth simring in the hot pot.
A pair of amber eyes as clear as glass, showing no other emotion, only purity and chilling coldness.
"Before wantonly killing, humiliating, playing with, and torturing others, one should be prepared to face death themselves..."
Wen Hanwei seldom spoke so much at once, her raised eyes carrying a serene weight that lent her a sowhat detached beauty.
She said earnestly and ticulously: "This is sothing that cannot be allowed."
She calmly and normally expressed her viewpoint, yet in Chi Wenyan’s eyes, it undoubtedly beca the most terrifying and cruel judgnt in the world.
He let out a helpless, despairing wail, seemingly unable to understand.
All he wanted was to survive, so why was he subjected to such cruel treatnt.
Yet Wen Hanwei turned a deaf ear to his pleas, a sword finger lightly pointed out, Sword Qi ford into a blade, shaving off the flesh from Chi Wenyan’s thigh down to his shin, a long white strip hanging at his ankle.
Her sword move was astonishingly fast, so fast that a whole strip of flesh was shaved down without a single drop of blood spilling, the shaven edge as neat as paper.
Only when the intense pain belatedly occupied Chi Wenyan’s brain did the flesh on his leg start to seep out countless Blood Pearls from the shaven edge.
"Ahhhhhhhhh—my leg—"
Chi Wenyan scread heart-wrenchingly, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.
Wen Hanwei’s eyes were cold and indifferent, yet so excessively clean and clear.
She said seriously: "I’m sorry, I can’t do things that are too cruel..."
As she spoke, she tilted her head slightly and thoughtfully, without any threatening tone, saying in a very ordinary manner: "But shaving flesh from bones seems quite simple."
On hearing this, Chi Wenyan was almost frightened out of his soul, he looked at Wen Hanwei’s eyes with terror, those eyes... evidently not looking at a human, but at livestock deed to be slaughtered.
"Master... save , Master save !"
Chi Wenyan rolled and crawled, trying to reach the man beside him for help.
Wen Hanwei lowered her gaze, raised her index finger again, and a strand of Sword Qi swiftly severed Chi Wenyan’s neck.
The atmosphere suddenly beca clean and silent.
As if noticing everyone’s gaze falling solely on her, those eyes seed to say, Nine Classics Lord, weren’t you just bluffing?
Wen Hanwei’s slightly raised fingers retracted coolly and calmly, she stated: "I said I am not good at torturing people."
Only Baili An, who knew her temperant well, understood that there was absolutely so timid flavor contained in that gesture of withdrawing her fingers.
Judging solely from appearance, Wen Hanwei’s temperant was similar to Su Jing, both coldly aloof, unapproachable in their chilly deanor.
Yet unlike Su Jing’s coldness perating from inside out, Wen Hanwei’s chill was rely external.
Only by truly entering her world would one discover that beneath such a cold porcelain doll exterior, lies a soul that is a complete muddled softness.
She often squats in the mountains without venturing out, is timid with few words, does not talk to outsiders, her nature is introverted and fears the outside.
This is why, among so many young disciples present, not a single one knew of Wen Hanwei.
She only leaves her ho once in a century, and upon encountering strangers, doesn’t know how to converse with them, over ti, giving people the mistaken impression of her being very high and cold.
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