Ruthless Woman.

"I want them dead before they can utter a word."

Ozul could feel the desperation in her voice; he didn't even need to probe her troubled emotions.

Feeling the unperturbed gaze on her, Ember composed herself. 

"How dangerous is it?"

"..."

"...At least give me a vague estimate of their strength?"

Ember was at a loss for words when faced with his questions. It was a given that he wouldn't have jumped to help her without even knowing the danger.

'No. In the first place, it was stupid for me to even suggest such a thing... but I have no choice.' She bit her lips, a bitter lump stuck in her throat.

"...There would definitely be someone at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm."

The old lady tried her best to avoid his eyes, but her wrinkled face couldn't hide her worries.

"Is that it?" Ozul pressed.