The man, upon hearing Cai Wei's willingness to gamble, pulled up a smile. His handsome face, marred by a fearsome scar and chilling grin, appeared terrifyingly grotesque.
He drew the curved knife strapped to his waist, pointing at Cai Wei as he audaciously declared, "Woman, I intend to win you over with my precious Liaodan knife. And have you willingly succumb, lying on my bed."
Noticing that his knife was similar in color to her own, but nearly twice as thick, Cai Wei felt a pang of apprehension.
The man was unmistakably an aristocrat from Liaodan, a kingdom renowned for the production of precious knives. His knife must be extraordinary. If his knife were sharper than her own, not only would she lose her precious weapon, but she would also lose the bet—a stake she couldn't afford to lose!
With this in mind, she sheathed her own knife, laughing as she proposed, "I have no intention of comparing swordsmanship with you. Let's switch to a more exciting wager. Dare you accept?"