Wen Ran simply watched the coward collapse onto his butt, trembling violently as if he'd encountered the devil himself. The sight filled Wen Ran with a twisted delight, and his crimson eyes reflected both amusement and disdain. With an intentionally lazy motion, he lifted his sword to rest casually upon his shoulder, regarding the terrified man as if he were nothing more than a pathetic insect.
"Get up. Are you even a man?" Wen Ran's voice dripped with contempt, yet to the shaking youth on the ground, it sounded as though the god of death himself demanded an answer, as if the slightest misstep could spell the end of his worthless life.
