The clouds covered the moon, and the night was deep. A group of eight, everyone carried a torch except for Lann.
When the Lady of the Lake's Sword slit open Pingbala Lang's neck at a speed undetectable even to normal people, the blood he sprayed out momentarily doused the torch, causing the flame to dim.
The blood that splattered onto the fire emitted a foul smell due to the high temperature, and the sound of the body collapsing softly on the ground was drowned out by the flow of Longquan River.
The remaining six, who initially bore fierce expressions, now had their confident faces twisted and frozen.
It looked both absurd and ridiculous.
When Lann interacted with Nojima Iizuka, his polite demeanor seemed to have given these people a misconception.
It led them to believe that this foreign warrior was someone who followed rules, and combined with Lann's youthful and handsome appearance, he seemed like a typical young hothead.
