Chi Nuan had just finished placing the incense when he turned around.
The cordial smile had long since vanished without a trace.
His whole being exuded a kind of hysterical madness.
"You people have no idea how unfair this world really is—but that's okay, I'll let you know..."
But the sound of rope rubbing against skin and fabric suddenly filled the air.
It was soft, yet swift.
It was as if strength had been accumulated, only to burst out in an instant.
Metallic blades clattered lightly to the ground with a soft ding.
Blood stained the sharp edges, springing up from the force of the fall, then Blood Beads splattered and flew, landing on the ground half a meter away.
That could not be called a small knife, nor a blade.
It was more like two small pieces cut from the blade of a utility knife.
With no place to grip, one could only rely on flesh and blood to forcefully hold it still and saw through the rope.
