Energy Crystal

Clean Knife was shocked. He was somewhat upset over Sanniang's death, but when he saw Xia Fei's stony eyes, he gave up on the thought he had.

That was the look of a killer. As a killer himself, Clean Knife was more than certain what that look meant. He was also curious; it had barely been over two months, so how had Xia Fei become even more cold and ruthless? 

"Stay there," Xia Fei said, and he could not be even clearer; if Clean Knife did not obediently do as he said, his life was as good as forfeit.

Clean Knife did not enjoy being threatened by anyone, but the wound which was becoming more and more painful over time meant that he had no choice but to listen to Xia Fei. He nodded lightly, pulling out some medicinal drugs from his spatial ring to treat himself. At the same time, he stored his silver butterfly knife away, indicating that he had no intention of putting up a fight.