Fan Wubing and Fu Manman tensed their minds, circulating their vital energies, linked together as one.
The young woman in red came towards them, her lotus-like feet touching the ground without absorbing a drop of rain. Her voice pierced through the curtain of rain,
"That little cat had too short a time to gain fortune, its cultivation not high, and it was quite kind-hearted, believing whatever others said. When its true form was seen, it merely scared them a bit and let you go."
The woman in red pulled a human head from somewhere and threw it at Fan Wubing and Fu Manman.
Their eyes fixed on it, and their hearts were instantly filled with shock.
That head belonged to the white-clothed youth from before. It rolled a few times on the rain-soaked street before stopping, staring with eyes full of bewilderment. One could imagine he never knew who killed him, even at the moment of death.
They looked back at the woman in red.
