Ji Zhenzong still remembered that when he first came to this stone room, no matter from which angle he looked, those tiger's eyes seemed to be glaring at him, which was eerily strange.
He had just settled in when a voice suddenly echoed in the stone room: "What trouble have you caused today?"
The voice was coarse, fierce, and carried a languid overtone; most notably, it rang out in this tiny space meant for a single person, enough to scare the soul out of anyone. However, Ji Zhenzong seemed to have become accustomed to such frights, and so he simply bowed his head and said softly, "I killed three senior brothers!"
After a couple of breaths, the voice then said, "You, someone usually as timid as a mouse, have finally grown the guts to kill?" There was a hint of surprise in the tone.
Ji Zhenzong's eyes reddened, and his legs went weak; gone was the brazen courage of killing as he thoroughly explained the cause and effect of the murders.
