"Are you sure you heard it right?" In the middle of a well-lit room, two men prostrated themselves in front of a huge, body-sized mirror that displayed the figure of a young woman dressed in the outfit of an Alchemy Pavilion inner disciple.
One of the two men raised his head a little before answering.
"I can swear in the name of the lord that what I said is true." The man trembled, feeling the coldness even through a mere projection of the woman. "The boy said he was from the Benevolent Guardian Sect."
Even while answering, he dared not look the woman in the eye.
"I will believe your words…" the woman spoke in a calm tone, which soon shifted to a colder and cruel one. "But you dared to swear in the name of our lord? Who do you think you are!"
Splatter!
Following her enraged tone, the man's head blew up like a watermelon, painting the wooden walls red.
