"Please... don't kill..."
Pssht!
The young girl ignored the plea and thrust her blade down.
The Young Castle Master of Blood Vine Castle's Qi Blood was scattered by Black Stone, his body fragile as thin paper.
"You dare..."
Pssht—
Once again, a blade infused with endless hatred pierced down, the tip penetrating flesh and colliding with the ground.
Subsequently, the girl seemed to find a way to vent her hate, each stab quicker and more brutal than the last.
Nobody knew how many times she stabbed, but the Young Castle Master of Blood Vine Castle was long beyond recognition.
The girl exhausted all her strength, collapsing powerlessly beside the two bodies with hollowed chests, bawling her eyes out.
She avenged the blood debt but couldn't bring her parents back to life.
Chu Ming looked at the girl, feeling a twinge of sympathy in his heart, and withdrew from the hidden room. When he returned, he had three clean clothes in hand.
"Put them on."
