Chapter 13 · free to read
They sent Shi Feng to say it, because an offer only wounds properly when it comes out of a mouth you already want to cut.
Nineteen years she had kept him breathing so that the debt stayed hers. And here was the sect, offering to buy the one thing she had refused to sell — at a price that was, God help her, fair.
She had refused the sect. She wanted him to understand precisely how little that was worth to him.
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