Her eyes widened with alarm; the woman before her was even faster than she had been three years ago. In fact, she couldn't even see when she had made her move.
Idly fiddling with the chilling silver needle in her hand, Mu Lin narrated, "Since you've come to me willingly, then I'll unapologetically accept it," this third gift.
However, she certainly wouldn't say thank you; perhaps after some time, she would sincerely return the favor in person.
She hadn't necessarily intended to doom the woman before her to death, originally planning to have her relay a message to Mi Zheng. Alas, the woman had violated Mu Lin's greatest taboo.