"I'm not arguing with you." Sefiro rolled her eyes at Feng Wu. "Don't you know you're going to die?"
Feng Wu looked innocently at Sefiro and shook her head. "No, I don't."
Sefiro smirked and gestured at Ranmil. "I'm not going to kill you, nor am I able to. But from this moment on, she's going to decide if you live or die."
Feng Wu glanced at Ranmil.
Sefiro was right in saying that she wasn't capable enough to be Feng Wu's rival, but Ranmil was.
Meanwhile, Ranmil had finished absorbing the last of the light of dantian.
With her naturally innocent face, Ranmil had always seemed adorable and harmless.
She had always left that impression on everyone else. But now —
She crossed her hands behind her back and looked down at Feng Wu with eyes filled with hatred.
"I don't like taking lives." Ranmil sounded like she feared that killing an ant would dirty her hands.
"So, do it yourself."
Clang —
