"..."
Su Ming'an didn't answer.
The one who should have answered the people's Qin Wang had already passed away.
He was merely a passerby, solely on a mission, who had taken over Qin Wang's body.
The enmities and affections of these people had nothing to do with him, and he did not care about them. He had only invested effort because it was related to the mission. Beyond that, everything was irrelevant to him.
He closed his eyes, only feeling his consciousness gradually dispersing.
"Huh…"
He heard a sound of wind, ringing beside his ear, scraping past his earlobe, like the fluttering wings of a fledgling bird.
The originally chilling trend suddenly stopped, and he felt his body being rapidly pulled up by a force, like a sapling being yanked from the ground. Amidst the "crack crack" sound of the strong ice being forcibly broken, he felt the dry, cold wind brushing past his face.
He opened his eyes.
The man in black was covered in fresh blood, as if donned in a blood-red coat.
