In her line of sight, at the center of it all, were corpses sprawled around that small stall.
Chaotically scattered, blood flowed down the entire street.
Amidst such a bloody scene, the surroundings were eerily silent.
The owner of the small stall survived.
He was cowering in a corner, holding a fan for comfort, his eyes filled with fear.
Plop.
Su Yan stepped on the ground.
The sound echoed as her foot landed in the blood.
Su Yan glanced around and easily spotted Feng Xuan sitting by the table.
He hadn't left.
He was even sitting in the same spot as before.
"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough."
Propping one hand on the table, his coughs broke the silence.
He sounded very weak.
Su Yan approached, Feng Xuan lifted his head, his pitch-black eyes seemed to carry a layer of moisture.
He spoke softly,
"Master."
With that, another bout of violent coughing ensued.
His body swayed, as if he could collapse to the ground at any moment.
Su Yan extended a hand to support him.
