When Mu Xianling and her two companions saw Xiao Fu's figure closing in, they already knew they could no longer escape. Days of relentless flight had left them exhausted in both body and spirit. They had no hidden treasure, no strength left to run, and no means of resistance. That was why they stopped and waited instead of continuing to flee.
The three women were not the sort who would trade their chastity for survival. In their eyes, there was something more precious than life itself. A clean death was preferable to living on after being defiled.
Xiao Fu advanced step by step. If he intended to force himself on them, they would not allow it.
Mu Xianling drew an exquisite dagger from her waist. Li Shu unsheathed the long sword she carried. Mi Lu's fingers trembled slightly as a cluster of silver needles appeared in her palm. All three turned their weapons toward the man who was forcing them into a corner.
