The night was deep and silent. The cold wind atop the mountain rustled the surrounding trees, kicking up a layer of dust under the moonlight.
The faint crackling of dried branches underfoot, accompanied by the subtle rustling of movement, grew closer and closer.
Chao Li stood in an open clearing, hands behind his back, gazing into the distant mountains as if he hadn't noticed the commotion behind him.
Both sides raised their guns simultaneously, locked in a tense stalemate.
The atmosphere turned sharp and oppressive.
Only then did he slowly turn around, meeting the pair of phoenix-shaped eyes filled with killing intent. "Ah-Che, must you insist on putting me to death?"
Wen Renche toyed with the gun in his hand.
His pale, refined fingers intertwined with the dark, gunmetal black, forming a scene as striking as an ink painting, disarmingly beautiful.
His lips parted lightly: "What do you think?"
