A chilling sensation crawled down Lai Yiteng's spine as he met gaze with that man. He took a step back, this opponent was powerful, the apathy in their eyes one of an experienced killer. His long hair was tied back regally, robes of dark red and purple murkily trailing around him in the shadowy night, and a jade flute hung from his belt.
The man lifted his eyebrows in foreboding thoughtfulness.
The younger man he'd stabbed in the gut took that as an opportunity to retreat.
Lai Yiteng just didn't know why he retreated directly towards him! He lifted his knife but paused when the younger man tripped near his feet, wheezing and gripping his stomach. His eyes were half squinted shut.
Of course it was the Bo Penglai that Lai Yiteng had never met.
Bo Penglai opened his bloody lips. "Whoops, I fell," he croaked with fading strength. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him, Sect Master Xian. But please don't let me die. I don't want to die without finishing my dumpling."
