Shenchuan Shengshui landed lightly in the snow.
He knitted his fine brows, letting the snowflakes settle on his shoulders.
"Strange. Why did my hand tremble a little when I fed him the medicine today? Have I not been administering enough poison lately?"
"And my heart rate went above sixty. It actually reached sixty-three. Has something gone wrong with my body?"
"I'd better get a full checkup when I get back."
He touched his cheek. It was warmer than usual, which puzzled him greatly.
Xu Ye's figure surfaced in his mind.
Every arch of his brows, every look in his eyes, the pronunciation of every word, even his breathing rate and his scent-all of it was recorded in his mind like a film.
It was the same when he assassinated other people. He could clearly remember every detail about them, storing those elements in his mind, then extracting and assembling them whenever he needed them.
That was why ordinary disguises were useless against him.
"A little more complete now."
An unfamiliar emotion rose in Shenchuan Shengshui's heart, but he forcibly suppressed it. Shaking his head, he vanished into the wind and snow.
Meanwhile.
Beneath the Parrot.
The enormous swarm of Aberrants floated silently. Several hundred meters away, Ron slowly appeared.
He surveyed the scene gravely and closed his eyes. Some sort of power seemed to penetrate the swarm of Aberrants, reaching all the way to its center.
"A ritual..."
Seemingly having disturbed the swarm of Aberrants, Ron retreated some distance.
"Which deity is also planning to return?"
Unease filled his heart, gradually turning into agitation as countless fragments of memory battered his mind.
In the end, Ron failed to remember. He gave the place a wary glance, then chose to leave.
He did not want any complications now. Its return mattered