"Do not think mere words will help you worm your way out of this one," there were hidden threats and tangible menace behind Ling Miwei's words. And though she itched to cut down the entity known as the Cruel White King that now stood so casually before her, she was forced to rein herself in.
Zhang Wang put on a complicated expression, trying to smile to show that he was not hostile. But it did little to quell the tension that brewed. "If you're up for it, do you think that you can get anyone caught up in the fray out of danger?"
Her sword was instantly drawn as her bounds were undone. Though she pointed her blade at the Immortal of a Thousand Blossoms that addressed her, the others hand jumped before him, shielding him with their weapons pointed at her instead. Instinctively, her eyes snapped toward the Cruel White King.
