Anna, legs crossed, gently raised her teacup and took a sip, her gaze drifting to the wrinkled old face before her.
After witnessing that the woman before them wasn't lying, their attitudes had undergone a complete shift—from contempt and hostility to flattery and respect. Based on that display alone, they knew this woman was someone they couldn't afford to cross.
"Don't get too happy just yet. This thing has side effects," Anna said, pointing at the red blade in Wang Jian's hand.
"Side effects? What side effects?"
"That's the problem. It isn't mine, so I don't know what its side effects are. You'll have to figure that out for yourselves."
Since it was taken from the moths, there was no way to glean the specifics from their dead bodies. Even if they had survived, they would hardly be so considerate as to tell Anna—the one who wiped out their entire family.
It was precisely because the item was risky that Anna chose to gift it to Wang Jian.
