Autumn Residue.
Sunset on the ancient road.
"What is this place?"
Akame stood there, looking at Fang Zheng beside her. Just moments ago, after Fang Zheng finished that sentence, he waved his hand, and then Akame and Fang Zheng appeared here.
"This is a memory."
Fang Zheng, hands behind his back, gazed at the sunset on the ancient road ahead, and the man standing there.
"He is Yan Shisan."
"... Him?"
Akame frowned as she looked at the man not far away. She was about to walk over, but Fang Zheng stopped her.
"This is a memory. You and I can only watch. After watching, decide if you want to learn the Thirteen Fatal Swords."
"......." Akame said nothing, just quietly stood next to Fang Zheng, watching a man in peculiar opulent clothing walk over to Yan Shisan. He stared at Yan Shisan, then sneered coldly.
"Yan Shisan?"
"Yes."
Yan Shisan nodded slightly, while the person across continued to ask.
"Is your Thirteen Fatal Swords truly invincible in this world?"
