"X-Xiaobai!"
After roughly thirty breaths spent stumbling through a dungeon darker than a virgin's dreams, Huo Lingxue, her delicate hand trembling like a phoenix feather in heat, raised it as if to ask for mercy.
Su Xiaobai tilted his head, looked at her like she'd just farted in a meditation hall.
"It's Master, you forgotten tail-chasing sow. What kind of spirit beast forgets who holds the leash?"
His voice echoed with holy arrogance, the kind only found in rogue cultivators who've survived too many lustful beasts.
But Huo Lingxue didn't argue. Her eyes were wide.
Not because of his words.
But because a shadow had descended over them, blood-red, death-flavored, and shaped like a pissed-off demoness.
CRACK.
The ground beneath them gave a warning groan. As if even the dungeon itself feared what stood behind Su Xiaobai.
"..."
He blinked.
'Wait a fuckin' spirit-damned second…'
He knew that pressure.
That killing intent that smelled like roasted soul marrow and regret.
