╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Psycho S.
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Ru Quan observed the scared woman before him silently. It's been a long time since he became the old Ru Quan. It was as if no part of him wanted to deal with this, letting him do the dirty job as usual. His wife described him as a black miasma that fed itself from the cruel wars or going to a haunted museum in the middle of the night.
It was a stigma he couldn't get rid of. Was he such a gloomy old man? There were some benefits in separating himself from the rest. His bloodthirstiness wouldn't transfer to the rest of his lifetimes so Xuan Mu's charm wouldn't reduce. If he and Lu Kai became one, the effect he would have on this reporter wouldn't be as high.
