"He Kun?"
Xiao Yan glanced at He Kun. He remembered this man vaguely.
When his Shadow Clone had descended upon the He Family that day, this was the man who had acted decisively, killing more than a dozen clansmen to save the family.
"My lord, please believe me! Our He Family truly has no intention of making an enemy of the Dao Sect!"
As Xiao Yan looked his way, He Kun's heart trembled again, and he hurriedly spoke.
"Heh heh heh-"
"There's no need for that, Elder He. I've never been fond of slaughter."
"I'll just need you to take me to the He Family. Sorry for the trouble."
Xiao Yan let out a Hall of Souls-style laugh, walked up to He Kun, and spoke.
"Of course. Please follow me, my lord."
Hearing Xiao Yan's laughter, the already terrified He Kun felt a chill run through him. He hurriedly rose and replied.
Not fond of slaughter?
If that Dou Zong outside the city hadn't already proven with his life that you slaughter people like cutting hemp, I might actually have believed you.
Besides, that laugh hardly makes you sound like a good person.
"..." Xiao Yan was speechless.
Hearing the man's thoughts left Xiao Yan at a loss for words.
He had grown so used to playing the villain that he was having trouble breaking the habit.
It seemed he would have to watch himself.
With that thought, Xiao Yan followed He Kun to the He Family.
Everyone else in Black Rock City fled back to their own homes.
They feared running afoul of this lord and bringing death upon themselves.
After all, the name Li Feiyu hardly sounded like it belonged to a good person.
The Misty Cloud Sect.
While Xiao Yan headed to the He Family, Nalan