"That is Young Master Justin. He is known for—"
Before the owner of the inn could finish what he was saying, Ruby turned into blood mist and vanished from the basement.
"Oh, this is bad," Dia said quickly, making her way up the stairs. The rest of her sisters followed, knowing that what was about to happen, if not prevented, would cause blood to flow.
On the outside, a young man with beautiful brown hair stood in front of a carriage, with over ten guards, each a Celestial, guarding him.
He held a smug expression on his face, which showed the kind of person he was and why his death would make so many people very happy.
Many wish him death, but luckily for him, over the years, he had never met someone motivated enough to wipe the smug look off his face.
Safe to say, he had finally met one.
