Luo Chen was slightly taken aback. He turned around to look at Li Xin, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, but finally voiced his thoughts: "We should try to escape on our own. I think I might be safer if I leave you." As soon as he spoke, a cold smile appeared on Li Xin's face.
"You think you'll be safer if you leave me?" Li Xin's tone was tinged with a hint of sarcasm and disdain. She could clearly see the reservations and fear in Luo Chen's heart, but she wasn't angry or furious because of it. On the contrary, she continued with an almost calm tone: "I assure you, as soon as you are more than three meters away from me, that archer, second only to me, will shoot an arrow right through your heart."
Listening to Li Xin's words, Luo Chen's heart tightened instantly. He couldn't help but swallow, asking in disbelief, "That formidable? Who exactly is she?" His voice carried a tinge of tremor and fear, clearly frightened by what Li Xin had said.
