His voice was very faint, and cold.
He calmly stared at them amidst the blood red.
At this moment, he didn't seem like a child barely ten years old, but more like those things full of hostile energy, a composite of various grievances that Chi Nuan had seen created by Xian Ming.
And those terrifying, bizarre legends and tales.
But, how could that be?
When exactly...??
Chi Nuan felt overwhelmed by the young boy's presence, watching as he slowly rose to his feet.
The pattern on his black Tang Suit rippled slightly with his movements, and the gold threads hidden within it twinkled in the candlelight.
"Business is annoying enough as it is, and just when I finally find a friend I like and want to get along with, I have to worry about you," he clenched his fists, and as he exerted force, Blood Beads clattered from his palm onto the ground, "It's really bothersome."
"Did you really, just now… keep the blade stuck in your flesh?!"
Chi Nuan finally realized.
