Staring at the spear floating in the middle of the chamber, Ningyan narrowed his eyes. Silver light coiled around the weapon in slow, controlled waves, barely containing the pulsing red glow at its core. He stood closest to it, the heat and pressure of its demonic energy brushing against his senses.
Without looking at Rong Yue or Wuhen, he said flatly, "You shouldn't have killed her so quickly. We could've gotten answers."
Rong Yue lifted his cup, unbothered. "I doubt we would've learned much from someone whose only goal was your death."
Wuhen, on the other hand, didn't look guilty in the slightest. He pulled the smoke pipe from his lips and said coldly,
"She hurt you. She got what she deserved."
Ningyan didn't argue with that. "She was using it as support. It was recharging her."
Rong Yue raised a brow. "If a well-known assassin is suddenly relying on a demon tool, then she likely isn't the only one."
Ningyan hesitated before asking, "Do you think it's the Lans?"
