Feng Liang started his deliberate walk toward the carriage, the air around him heavy with unanswered questions.
His curiosity was what led him here, and now, standing in the midst of corpses and bloodshed, he knew there was only one way to quench it.
The answers lay within that carriage, with the two children inside. What did Jin Wu mean by "the legacy of the old world?" It echoed in his mind like a riddle begging to be solved.
Jin Wu lay sprawled on the ground, his vision blurring with each passing moment. The blood loss was severe, and his strength was spent.
All he could do was watch helplessly as Feng Liang approached the carriage, his eyes filled with both fear and resignation.
He knew he was powerless against someone as formidable as Feng Liang. The ease with which Feng Liang had dispatched the assassin made it clear that he was no ordinary fighter.