Xiao Cui's hand froze in midair, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face, but she quickly recovered her smile.
"Are you still half asleep, Brother San? I'll go prepare some breakfast for you."
With that, she rose, picked up the basin, and turned toward the door.
Before leaving, she glanced back at Tang San and said softly:
"Brother San, if you need anything else, just call me."
The door closed gently.
Tang San stared at the tightly shut door and slowly clenched his fists.
Asura God, Slaughter City, Godhood Inheritance...
Suddenly, Tang San felt a searing stab of pain between his brows.
He instinctively raised a hand to touch the spot, only to jerk his fingers back the instant they made contact.
It was astonishingly hot, as though a ball of flame were burning beneath his skin.
He strode over to the bronze mirror and leaned closer to examine his reflection.
In the mirror, a blood-red mark shaped like a small, inch-long sword had unmistakably appeared between his brows.
The entire mark was scarlet, its slender blade displaying its keen edge, its tip tilting slightly upward and exuding a fierce aura of slaughter.
It rested quietly between Tang San's brows, as though it had always belonged there, fused with his flesh and blood.
Tang San stared blankly at his reflection, the little blood-red sword glimmering in the morning light as though it were alive.
This wasn't a dream.
Footsteps sounded outside the door, and Xiao Cui walked in. Seeing Tang San standing before the mirror, she asked with a smile:
"Brother San, what are you looking at in the mirror?"
Tang San raised a hand and touched the space between his brows. In the bronze mirror, the mark was no longer visible.
"Nothing."
Tang San turned around, his expression returning