'It's true that pitiful people have their detestable side!'
Fang Han's gaze lingered on the young woman's face for a moment. The flicker of cunning in her eyes could not escape his notice.
A chill passed through his heart.
Originally, upon hearing that Tiger Roar Hall had been massacred, he had felt a measure of sympathy for the two survivors. But now, that sympathy had been completely erased by her deliberate cry of "Senior Brother."
Diverting disaster onto others, dragging a complete stranger into a deadly situation—such an act was utterly despicable and venomous.
Two Xingluo Sect disciples had already closed to within thirty-some yards of Fang Han. One of them slightly raised his longsword, its tip pointing directly at Fang Han, and was about to shout a question.
Fang Han's right hand rested on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
SHIING—
