"Why do you seek Sun Lingxi?"
Long Yushen stepped forward, face composed, voice noble.
Su Xiaobai paused, water dripped from his hands like blood. He slowly turned his head, and frowned.
'Should I kill them all and go alone?'
Less noise. Less whining.
"None of your concern."
He stood, grabbed the glaive he'd laid beside him — Long Yushen's glaive — and made to leave.
But—
CLANG!
Long Yushen stepped forward and kicked the shaft upward, flipping it into his own hand.
Their eyes locked.
"It is my concern," Long Yushen said calmly. "If your goal is vengeance upon the Sun Dynasty—allow me to kill her. That's all I ask. My life will be yours in return."
Su Xiaobai blinked, expression blank.
Then, he turned and walked forward. Slammed his shoulder into Long Yushen's chest, sending the taller man a step back.
Didn't answer.
Didn't nod.
Didn't care.
Long Yushen stood there, stunned.
