Faced with the blood-red clouds in the sky and the warriors wielding sharp blades, his tone was as relaxed as if he were at home.
"I thought you'd never return."
Samurai Yifa's tone revealed no joy or anger.
"Then you underestimated me. If I were that kind of person, I wouldn't have lived long enough to meet you."
Liu Zheng shook his head and said.
"By the way, don't kill the attendant who came in with me."
He instructed.
"I am not one who delights in killing. But I wonder how your progress has been regarding the task I entrusted to you?"
Samurai Yifa asked.
"No progress for now."
Liu Zheng said honestly.
"A man's anger can spill blood within five steps. Do you think I won't get angry?"
Samurai Yifa's tone changed slightly, and he gripped the sword handle in reverse.
"You've held back for hundreds of years, and now you can't stand a few days' wait?"
Liu Zheng directly drew the "Seven Deadly Sins·Anger," the fury slowly burning on the blade.
