Qing Xue was amused by the man’s reaction at seeing the blade—not because he was being sadistic but because it reminded him of his own reaction when a different man did the same to him long ago.
It must have also amused him so, Bai Ruyi’s biological father. When they saw each other again, Qing Xue was tempted to ask if he did that on purpose to scare him.
That’s right—not if but when.
“One of your generals,” Qing Xue began as he lowered the dagger towards the ropes tying the man’s feet, doing it slowly so as not to alarm him further. “The one who has a shamaness by his side. I need you to send a message to him for me.”
From feeling relieved that his “savior” didn’t intend to kill him after all, the rebel leader was now confused.
Whatever his motivations for doing this were, he’d been
