Lin Yue set down the cleaned-off candied hawthorn skewer and lightly tapped the rosewood table with her fingertips. The smile in her eyes faded somewhat as she asked seriously, "So what do you plan to do? Are you really going to obediently become the Asura God's blade and clean up those so-called 'extraterritorial demons'?"
Bai Ci idly spun the palm-sized Demon-Extinguishing Golden Toad on his fingertip. Its white gemstone eyes glinted coldly in the candlelight. A casual yet bone-chilling smile curled across his lips as a faint thread of blood flashed at his fingertips and vanished. "Even without the Asura God, some people still need to be dealt with."
Xiao Chengu had been silently rubbing the scabbard of the Bone Dragon Sword, its icy surface polished bright beneath his fingers. At last, he looked up. There was not a trace of warmth in his pitch-black eyes, and his voice was cold as ice. "We also can't be sure whether some of them are brothers or sisters. After all, we can't rule out the possibility that some people, in order to become the so-called sole one, would turn on their own kind."
Lin Yue nodded knowingly. She lifted the pre-rain Dragon Well tea on the table and took a sip, its warmth dispelling some of the chill brought by the conversation. "Looks like you went through something like that in Slaughter City too."
The playful grin finally vanished from Li Pu's face. Rarely, he put away the bun in his hand and reached out to touch a pale pink scar on his arm—a scar that stretched from his elbow all the way to his shoulder. Even after so long, one could still tell how deep the wound had been. He let out a long sigh, his voice carrying an unconcealable weariness.