Yan Mu remembered the look in the man's eyes.
He held the butcher knife in his hand, but his eyes did not feel dull and numb. It was as if what he was holding was not a vulgar thing stained with the blood of livestock, but a three-foot green peak infused with soul.
After how many years of searching, is there another person in the world with such brilliance?
He gathered up his thin green clothes and silently recited the secret report from the shadow guard several times.
Nie Pei.
He chuckled, what a name.