Endgame
"W-What? I don't know what you're talking about," the elf said hesitantly, faced with my question.
I scoffed. "You're on the verge of death, yet you are still refusing to say anything? Well, even if you keep your mouth closed, I have a good idea of who it is — Elder Zhang, right?"
"…" The elf didn't confirm nor deny my words, further confirming my suspicions.
"Let me guess… he said if you could kill me, he would automatically let you into the sect, is that it?" I chuckled, taking a wild guess.
"How… how did you know?"
I blinked. "Wait, he really told you that? I was just randomly guessing…"
"Tch…!" The elf, taking my momentary surprise as an opportunity, quickly pulled out an arrow from her quiver and lunged towards me, trying to stab it into my chest.
Naturally, this didn't even come close to working. I grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the wall, before choking her with my other hand and narrowing my gaze.
"G-Guh…"
"Sorry, lady. Melee combat is not your strong suit."