The Fake Castle Master's throat tasted metallic, and he looked down at his own chest.
A sword was pierced through his chest.
And the sword's hilt was in the hand of Lu Qing, who had appeared behind him at an unknown time.
"You..." The Fake Castle Master was shocked and furious, the intense pain from his chest prevented him from speaking any further, he could only stare at Lu Qing with wide eyes.
Lu Qing at this moment looked completely different from before.
On his face, there was no trace of dark clouds gathering, no impending storm, no anger or distress!
Even though most of his face was covered by a fake skin, his cold eyes and the cold smile at the corner of his lips seemed to be telling the Fake Castle Master that he hadn't believed a single word of his plan just now.
