39. The Unfortunate One
"Ah... Ah-Yao, what the heck did I just see?" A voice stammered out from the shadowy forest after a long silence. Three figures emerged, and the suave image of Feng Zhiyao was once again shattered into a million pieces, as he gaped down at an unconscious figure on the ground.
Mo Xiuyao looked indifferently at the scene unfolding before him and said, "It is what you just saw."
