Long Liu's smile sent a chill down Feng Fan's spine. His excitement vanished in an instant, replaced by an overwhelming sense of dread. He didn't need to read her mind to know—whatever she had planned for him, he wouldn't like it.
Without hesitation, he spun on his heel, ready to flee. But before he could take a single step, a powerful grip clamped down on his shoulder, rooting him in place.
"Oh, Feng Fan," Long Liu's voice was sickeningly sweet. "It's been so long since we last saw each other. Come now, let's talk about your reward."
Feng Fan stiffly turned his head, catching sight of her face; her grin had stretched even wider. A cold sweat broke out on his back.
"Elder Long, you must be mistaken," he blurted, forcing a nervous laugh. "I, Feng Fan, am a selfless man of honor and integrity! I would never do something for a reward. There's really no need!"
His words fell on deaf ears. Long Liu's grip remained firm, her expression unwavering.
