She had accidentally let her mind wander back to the storybook she read yesterday, forgetting what she originally meant to say.
No, that wasn't right, she had only meant to scare him with her sword, but she got distracted and drew her blade without thinking.
"I concede!"
White Ink said, his heart pounding with fear.
He had never greeted Mu Qianyan before and had initially thought she was someone weak and bullyable, but now it seemed she was nothing short of a volatile demon lord.
While most people would at least wait to exchange harsh words before taking action, she had skipped even that step, which was quite frightening.
"...Not speaking anymore?"
Just as Mu Qianyan was about to sheathe her sword, she seemed to remember something and propped the blade back against his neck.
"No more words, I won't say another word," White Ink said quickly, eyeing the sharp edge at his throat.
Starting a fight just to set the pace was not worth it.
After all, the outcome was destined.