Aitelinna rushed through the shattered doorway. She first saw Qin Ran standing in the hall, then the corpses strewn across the floor.
Although she had been mentally prepared, seeing the scene before her still left Aitelinna unable to hide her shock.
However, the brutal sight only made the Temple deacon remember Qin Ran's earlier instructions even more clearly.
"Ryan, how are you?"
"Are you all right?"
Aitelinna asked with a face full of concern.
"Of course."
Qin Ran nodded with a smile, then turned his gaze toward the three Thorn Temple priests, whose horror was impossible to conceal.
When they met Qin Ran's eyes, he showed no killing intent at all and even appeared courteous.
Yet the three Thorn Temple priests still acted as though they faced a formidable enemy.
After all, a priest lay dead on the floor.
The three knew Simerk very well.
They were fully aware not only of his shamelessness, but also of his strength.
For someone like that to die at Qin Ran's hands was enough to completely overturn the three priests' first impression of him.
Although they had heard Aitelinna's introduction and learned Qin Ran's identity before arriving, it was far less convincing than what they saw with their own eyes.
Look at the corpses covering the floor.
Then look at Simerk's body.
Was this the leader of Navia City's Greenstone?
Was this the strength of that mysterious King of Assassins?
The three priests silently wondered.
"Please do not be alarmed, gentlemen. I know exactly who my enemies are, and the blade in my hand will only face my enemies. It will never be raised against friends."
"Especially Aitelinna's friends."
As Qin Ran spoke, he exchanged a look with the Temple deacon.
They smiled at the same time.
The Temple deacon's smile in particular