Yun Yi’s gaze remained fixed on the woman, and under the woman’s terrified look, Yun Yi removed the dagger very gently, bit by bit.
Yun Yi was pulling out the dagger too slowly, which was sheer torture for the woman, causing her to roll her eyes in agony.
Only after Yun Yi had pulled out the dagger did she look at the bloodstained blade and asked the woman in a relaxed manner, "Does it hurt?"
Her enchanting and seductive voice took on a hint of gentleness, which almost seemed tender.
The woman’s face was pale, her forehead drenched in sweat. Hearing Yun Yi’s words, she gritted her teeth and didn’t dare utter a word.
"Do you harbor hatred in your heart?" Yun Yi curved her lips slightly, a bewitching smile playing on her lips. "Would you like to tear me to pieces?"
Seeing Yun Yi’s expression, the woman felt a tingling on her scalp, feeling that the woman before her seemed somewhat abnormal.
"Want to know who I am?" Yun Yi asked the woman, her smile unchanged.
Upon hearing this, the woman’s expression flickered, but she continued to lower her gaze, biting back the pain and remaining silent.
Yun Yi gently turned the dagger in her hand, measuring the blade against the woman’s face. "You really want to know, don’t you?"
The woman, seeing the dagger almost touching her face, leaned her head back, refusing to say she didn’t want to know, nor daring to admit her curiosity.
"If you want to know, I can tell you," Yun Yi continued nonchalantly, tapping the side of the dagger gently on the woman’s face.
Feeling the cold sensation on her face, the woman almost exploded, her body rigid, eyes downcast, breathing slowed, watching the dagger on her face with forced yet careful attention, afraid that Yun Yi would carelessly scratch her face.
"Listen closely." Yun Yi spoke indifferently, "My name is Yun Yi."
"If you seek vengeance, feel free to look for me, I’ll be waiting."
Upon hearing Yun Yi’s words, the woman silently memorized the name Yun Yi, and in her heart, she repeated it countless times, wishing she could shred Yun Yi to pieces with her thoughts alone.
"If you also want to know where I live, you can ask the Alliance Hierarch," Yun Yi spoke again, while the woman was committing her name to memory.
The mention of the Alliance Hierarch prompted the woman to instinctively look up at Yun Yi, "You... you know our Alliance Hierarch?"
"Don’t worry, we’re not close," Yun Yi assured her kindly. "So, don’t be too scared to come for your revenge."
From the beginning to the end, Yun Yi acted as if she were afraid that the woman wouldn’t come to seek vengeance on her.
Observing Yun Yi’s demeanor and hearing her words made the woman feel somewhat uneasy.
But soon, the hatred in her heart dispelled all else, the resentment gradually consuming what little rationality she had left, as she continued to focus on the name Yun Yi in her mind.
Seeing this, Yun Yi’s lips curled slightly as she got up, holding the dagger.
She turned the dagger lightly in her hand, relaxedly turned around, and then she saw Gu Zhiqi standing to the side, watching the scene unfold.
Yun Yi’s dagger-twirling faltered for a moment, but this time, she reacted promptly, preventing the dagger from cutting her hand or dropping to the floor.
Clearing her throat, in front of Gu Zhiqi, she muttered to herself, "Really now, I keep slipping up lately, letting this dagger slip and even stabbing someone’s hand, that really shouldn’t happen."
"But it’s also incredibly coincidental, to hit someone’s hand so precisely," she said, then looked up at Gu Zhiqi and asked, "Don’t you think so, Xiao Zhizhi? It’s too much of a coincidence."