"Alright, I promise."
Gang Ryeong pointed his arm directly at her forehead, black haze swirling as it formed a pistol.
But for some reason, he couldn't pull the trigger, even though he had become an expressionless monster.
There seemed to be one last shred of morality gawking at him.
Jian Ruxue looked at the pistol and spoke, still with a gentle smile:
"Are you going to turn me into one of the Jiangshi?"
Gang Ryeong nodded, his finger ever so close to pulling the trigger, but the gap felt infinitely far from it.
"Shoot me, child. My Sword Will has already been damaged, and I am as good as dead already."
Bang!
A jet‑black flash burst from his pistol and punched straight through her skull, leaving a ragged, blood‑soaked hole.
Her eyes dulled, all life draining away.
Every last ounce of strength fled her body.
A crimson pool spread across the floor, its surface reflecting his image back at him.
