Yi ao had always known that roaming the jianghu together would one day end. He had grown adept at this. He ha…
Yi ao had always known that roaming the jianghu together would one day end. He had grown adept at this.
He had grown adept at this.
Yet he never expected the day to come so swiftly.
When he threw the brat out, his heart felt calm and unburdened. The next instant, the demoness drew her blade and struck.
A sharp pain seared through his chest, warm liquid spurting from his heart, painting his vision scarlet.
Perfect—now he wouldn't have to see the brat's face.
He'd never been good at reading the expressions of those left behind. They made him... uncomfortable.
He didn't think too deeply. Only that this barely fledged brat—hardly more than a child—had yet to truly see the jianghu.