Without hesitation, his sword flashed.
In one swift motion, he drew his blade and pointed it directly at them. His crimson eyes burned cold, sharp enough to pierce through their hesitation.
"Listen." His voice was low and deadly, his aura pressing down on them like a storm waiting to break. "I don't care about your reasons, but you'd better stop following me while I can still control myself."
The blade gleamed under the faint light, steady, unwavering.
"Don't make me use drastic measures."
This was his first warning.
With the second, he would take their lives.
The young woman halted, confusion flickering across her face. Why did Wen Ran choose violence so easily? But as she thought about it, she realized something—their village had been too peaceful. Sheltered. Perhaps… this was how the real world worked.
And this stranger? He was the perfect person to learn from.
