The night was as dark as ink, the only sound echoing on the silent long street was Zhao Wuhuan's voice.
Heifeng's gaze slightly narrowed, his Adam's apple moved: "But... this is an order from above; if you, sir, choose to ignore it..."
Zhao Wuhuan's icy gaze swept over like a blade: "Are you scared?"
Heifeng trembled all over, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead: "I wouldn't dare."
Zhao Wuhuan waved his sleeve: "I know my limits; no matter the great implications, I will bear it alone."
Heifeng wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his palm cool and damp: "Sir, you misunderstand, that was not my intention..."
Zhao Wuhuan turned and walked into the depths of the darkness: "Less nonsense, the matter of the demon hall is urgent, keep watching."
Watching that receding figure, Heifeng dared not say more, hurriedly following.
Before leaving, he glanced thoughtfully in the direction Qin An had left.
