Both Wen Wei and Lin Lan understood what they had to do without needing to speak.
They exchanged a quick glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Then, as if moving in perfect coordination, they stepped forward together.
Metal hissed as they drew their weapons — Wen Wei's curved twin blades and Lin Lan's silver staff, its head engraved with Qi amplification runes that gleamed faintly in the moonlight.
Aksai's expression didn't change. He simply laughed.
"Hehehe. You ungrateful fools. You three are alive today because of me. Instead of thanking me for it, you came here to wage war against me. I get that you were forced to do a few things because of your affiliation with the Grand Martial Hall. But if only you had made use of your brain and spine a bit….
Haah. They say that most people can't avoid what's written in their fates. Perhaps it was your destiny to die under the Devil's Den and I merely delayed it. Never mind. I shall correct my past mistakes with my own hands."
