Before he could finish speaking, Mu Ying slashed his neck.
"You, you, you—we told you, we were coerced. How can you have no sympathy at all!" another person said in panic.
"No matter the reason, what's done is done. Rest assured, if you take your time on the road to the underworld, you might even meet your master," Mu Ying said, her tone utterly unswayed, as she ended his life with a knife.
Coerced? Had no choice?
Did they really expect her to understand their plight?
No matter the reason, the fact remained that they intended to harm her. Everyone must take responsibility for their actions. Since they had chosen to be Zhou Hongfei's lapdogs, they should have anticipated this bloody end.
"Gungun, let's go!"
Mu Ying took out her flying broom; these two were just underlings. Zhou Hongfei was the real culprit.
He was leading a group, setting up an ambush on the road to Spirit Dragon Gorge.
Mu Ying flew through the air, her black, wide cloak concealing her figure and features.
