Under the curtain of night, at the gate of the Green Cloud Pavilion, there was utter silence.
An extremely oppressive silence.
No one spoke, nor did anyone move.
It seemed no one dared to believe that the person who stepped forward could really be safe.
Who would believe in the promise of a demon? Who dared to?
The woman wearing a mask without a face, hands on her hips, seemed very satisfied with the current atmosphere.
The more uneasy, the more terrified they were, the more satisfied she became.
"I like it when you're disobedient because then I can kill more people!" she said in a lively tone.
"So, I'll count to three. If by the time I get to three, no one has come forward, I'll start killing again. One by one. Who dies first, who dies next, is all down to luck!"
"Whether you like it or not, that's the decision!"
She clapped her hands and started counting directly—
"One!"
"Two!"
"I, I am a disciple of the Chi clan!"
