Lu Mingshu did not speak, but just standing there, with a calm expression, was enough to frighten people.
Daoist Pei, enduring the heartache, went inside to retrieve the treasures.
One, two, three...
He handed over the treasures to Lu Mingshu with great reluctance, watching her eagerly, still hoping she would be merciful.
How could that be possible? When they had robbed and killed others, when had they ever shown mercy?
Emerging from the side room, Lu Mingshu shook her arm and retracted the sword-light.
She looked at the four people with an unfriendly gaze.
All four were almost scared to wet themselves. Who said that those who live by the sword aren't afraid to die? That's only because they hadn't truly died before!
If someone had just killed them outright, it might have been different, but having tasted death brush past them, wanting to die now wasn't so easy.