"I was sent here to kill you."
They were just seven words. By themselves, they were nothing special in the world, and even together, they were very commonplace that many could say in their lifetime, such as Zuhei, Ying, Su Mei, or Wei Wuyin himself, but not in a thousand years, not in a billion years, not in the vast history of the starry skies did Wei Wuyin expect those seven words to be said to him by Wei Si!
His pupils constricting was an instinctive response brought about by sheer disbelief and chaotic confusion. Sent here? To kill? Within the three or so seconds of silence, Wei Wuyin's mental energy was consumed greedily by his mind as he formulated all sorts of ideas and possibilities. In the end, he received nothing.
Wei Si's thick fingers were embedded within the mountain's surface as he trembled with his head down. It was like soft clay to his fingers. Every twitch caused the mountain itself to shake.
