It had been half a month since Anji entered the Mystical Qilin Sect. Since their little ball of sunshine disappeared, Bai Dajin and Zhao Mingshen threw themselves into the darkness, seeking blood and information. Their search had not been very rewarding, but it occupied their minds.
Seeing the two blood-soaked men entering her hotel from the window and leaving trails of blood everywhere, Hong Nian Niang's beautiful smile instantly turned into a frown. It wasn't the first time these two mad dogs were running wild. She understood the need to eliminate demon-worshipper base camps. However, was there a need to bathe in their blood?
"Stop right there!" she snapped. "Clean the mess up before someone sees you. What do you both think you're doing entering the hotel that actual civilians live in while covered in blood? How did nobody else find you?"
Immune to her screams, the teenager and warrior greeted her as if she weren't tempted to rip their hair out.
