The moon hung overhead, and the Wang Family Mansion was like a bowl pressed into the silent deep mountains. The thick scent of blood permeated the night, confusing the faint fragrance of incense.
Silence, unprecedented silence.
At this moment, everyone widened their eyes, holding their breath, as if even their thoughts were halted by the incredible scene before them.
Yan Fei, a disciple of the White Crane Temple, had died just like that.
Died quietly.
Died strangely and horrifically.
"You… you…"
Han Wenlong's voice trembled as he stared intently at Rosen, his rolling eyes overflowing with deep fear. Meanwhile, shock, anger, and confusion intermingled in his heart, rendering him unable to think.
He never imagined in his wildest dreams that this oddity, who owed so much to their White Crane Temple, would kill his Senior Sister Yan Fei over a disagreement.
