"If I had known, I wouldn't have asked..."
Xia Nan walked down the street, his face expressionless and calm as usual.
A blood-stained torn shirt, well-crafted arm shield and leg armor, a sword hilt hanging on his back, along with his inherently concentrated aura.
Anyone with a bit of perception would recognize him as a powerful senior adventurer who had just returned from a mission.
The cold and stern aura around him made the pedestrians on the road, even without any extra movements or expressions from him, unconsciously quicken their steps, parting like water to avoid him.
His eyes were deep and pitch-black, with tousled hair shadowing his forehead.
No one knew what this dangerous-looking black-haired youth was thinking at the moment.
Xia Nan felt as if blood was dripping from his heart.
A physique surpassing that of a professional and excellent perception ability allowed him to recall with crystal clarity, as if replaying, the moment he slashed with that blade.
