Qi Chuan's file was clean. His parents had died in the Fog Killings over thirty years ago. The only thing he had over Su Chen was that he wasn't a refugee.
Jiang He probably wouldn't stick his neck out for him. Now, all he had to do was wait for someone to make a move on Qi Chuan's behalf, and he could start following the thread.
"Black Tuo, the Deceitful God, Zhou Xian..."
'I just killed your son and took a few things. Do you really have to be so relentless about it?'
Su Chen mumbled to himself as he walked.
...
In the hazy mist, a serpent of bluish-purple lightning suddenly ripped through the darkness, its winding arc weaving between the clouds and the ground.
It was followed by a shriek powerful enough to rattle one's lungs, like the roar of some behemoth having its chest cavity torn open. The mist twisted and contorted in the sonic waves.
THUD!
It sounded like something had crashed to the ground, kicking up a vast cloud of dust.
WHOOSH!
