"Good morning, Darma."
Darma heard a voice he got familiar with recently. He groaned in pain and looked to the source of the voice, seeing a beautiful teen with phoenix-shaped red eyes, and flowing black hair.
"You look better without the mask, Young Master," Darma said in a sarcastic voice. He tried to channel his Qi but found out he couldn't. As a sixth-rank alchemist, the reason was simple to deduct.
"Thank you, but I just like wearing a mask when I kill someone," Ken explained with a kind smile.
"But you didn't kill me."
"I never planned to."
"The girls… They thought they are protecting you, but you've betrayed them," Darma sighed when he understood Ken's words.
