"Hand over the Jiu Hua Divine Cauldron now, or I'll kill you this instant," the black-clad figure threatened harshly, holding his longsword.
Qin Sisi could sense the urgency in the black-clad figure's demeanor. He seemed particularly intent on obtaining the Jiu Hua Divine Cauldron. Yet, even if she handed it over, there was no guarantee she'd survive. To surrender or not to surrender—that was the question.
Her mind raced rapidly. At this moment, the only option was to feign cooperation and buy time, hoping she could endure until the effects of the poison wore off. Once she regained her ability to summon magic, there would be nothing to fear.
This black-clad figure was likely not her match; otherwise, he wouldn't have resorted to using poison against her.
"Brother, the Jiu Hua Divine Cauldron is incredibly important to me. Could I persuade you to leave it with me? I'll give you all the Spirit Stones I have," Qin Sisi suggested, hoping the lure of wealth might sway him.
