When the Lawbreaker's head rolled to the ground, the carefully contrived docility, ingratiation, and pleading on his face instantly froze into a twisted expression of lingering resentment once life left him.
Of course, his headless body still held its face-down posture. If you ignored the discomfort of death itself, it looked more like a piece of postmodern avant-garde art...
The "Lady of Now"'s pupils abruptly contracted. Her fingers fidgeted with the iridescent dimensional veil, and a short, sharp gasp escaped her throat. But in the end, it turned into a meaningful "Hi," and her eyes immediately brimmed with eager interest.
So you weren't going to keep pretending, huh?
"You really did go through with it," she sighed.
"He asked for it." Yu Lian gave the lady a meaningful look and smiled. "Very good. This isn't the first time he's died in front of you, is it?"
"It's only the second time. That's probably the only reason he's the chief of the Thirteen Faces. Perhaps this is the true meaning of immortality. The soul's own undying nature is the eternal path that we psychics can truly pursue. This is so immensely relevant to reality! Perhaps this is where we can catch a glimpse of the path to the truth we seek." The lady let out a heartfelt sigh.
It felt like she was even more excited than he was.
She seemed to realize she'd let herself go, and hurriedly put on her earlier stiff, bashful smile, full of ingratiation and cautious deference. "Just so you know, Auntie came here on a mission too. People like me also have to seek the truth. If I don't, the people behind the scenes will beat me to death."
Yu Lian finally saw it now. After Operation Snake-Slaying, the Snake Organization had lost its lair