"It is okay," Yang Qing gently and warmly whispered as he softly patted the trunk of the green fla tree.
"It is okay," he gently repeated as he patted the trunk.
His lulling soft speech had an effect as the temperature started to cool down and the flas surrounding the green fla tree slowly returned to their original look, though not completely.
The color they settled into was a cyan as opposed to the deep, rich erald green that colored its flas and leaves, and the temperatures, though not sun-hot, still felt like a hot, humid tropical afternoon sun.
It showed that while Yang Qing’s words seed to have settled it, the green fla tree was not completely back to normal. Not that Yang Qing expected it to, given the nature of the present company, more so one of them.
"Thank you," Yang Qing softly whispered to the green fla tree, his hand still placed on the trunk. The green fla tree swayed gently from side to side in response.
With his partner’s state settled, Yang Qing turned to face the rest of the audience, which was an uneasy Han Lei, whose posture suggested he was still looking for escape points, and Yang Shitong, who firmly pinned Luo Suyun in place. Though given how they looked, one would think Luo Suyun was kneeling of her own volition, given the lazy gait Yang Shitong had on, which seed to have irked Luo Suyun, as her flustered, slightly unnerved expression quickly twisted to one of cold ruthlessness.
"Let go," Luo Suyun coldly said. "No one can touch except my master," she added with the sa sense of emotionless monotone she usually had in her tone, though one could still tell she was angry.
Unfortunately for her, she had chosen the wrong person to direct her anger towards.
Yang Shitong’s lips curled into a carefree smile as he looked down at her with his trademark mock-teasing look that he had long grown accustod to using, given the number of tis he had used it on Yang Qing.
"Is that so?" Yang Shitong languidly remarked. "But I do not want to. I had to move fast to keep you from dying, and I twisted my ankle in the process," he added, wearing a pitiful expression as he weakly swung the ’injured’ ankle to show its state.
"See, it is likely swollen," he pitifully added, dangling the ankle once more as he winced in pain. Though he didn’t put a lick of effort into selling it, the cheeky grin at the end of the wince quickly lted into a dangerous smile.
"Surely even soone so steeped in blood like you knows the concept of gratitude for having their life saved, right?" he coldly asked, narrowing his eyes at Luo Suyun as his grin grew sharper and wider.
"Move," Luo Suyun coldly replied, imdiately followed by red baleful mist and sharp saber intent leaking from her body.
Han Lei, sensing things were about to explode, looked imploringly toward Yang Qing with a gaze that seed to say: What do we do? Suyun looks like she might just kill him. Should I step in? Or will you?
All he got in response was a shake of the head from Yang Qing and a faint smile.
Han Lei sighed inwardly, trying to bury his unease and worry in that sigh. As a forr assassin and more so one who had infiltrated an assassin organization solely to annihilate it for the massacre of his clan, it was safe to say he had been in countless tense situations. Yet being here in this charged atmosphere reminded him of his early days, when he had just joined the Ghost Viper Court.
He could not help but smile wryly as he felt the unease course through his body. He had long thought that was one of the emotions his body had forgotten in his pursuit for vengeance. But as it seed, his body had not forgotten.
He was not quite sure what to feel about it. Should he feel happy that he was not yet an unfeeling husk, as he had thought, or should he bemoan his future for still being able to feel anxious about situations, especially given the present circumstances? He had this uneasy feeling that he would co across similar situations in his future.
His thoughts were cut off as, just as he had feared, Luo Suyun acted on her bloodlust. Of his new ’comrades,’ she was the one he was most wary of, given the sheer volu of killing intent and bloodlust that surrounded her. She may have had it contained, but as a forr assassin honed in sensing all manner of things related to the domain of death, Han Lei was especially sensitive to killing intent and bloodlust. So no matter how much Luo Suyun restrained hers, from the mont he ca in contact with her, all his senses were screaming that Luo Suyun had killed more people than he had, and not by a small margin either.
Even Gao Wei, that healer whom Han Lei was also wary of, had a lower taint than Luo Suyun’s, even though the aura of murder and resentnt qi that surrounded him showed he too was just as seasoned a killer as Han Lei was.
As such, given the dense bloodlust, slaughter, murderous qi, and resentnt qi that surrounded her, Gao Wei had instantly marked Luo Suyun as an unstable elent. He figured soone like her, at the slightest inconvenience, would move to resolve everything with unfiltered violence.
Restraint did not seem to be in her vocabulary, which Han Lei guessed must have been the reason why Yang Qing had him go with her whenever he sent her to the Green Fog Swamp Region. And her actions on those trips more than confird his suspicions.
Anybody could be a killer, but not anybody could be an assassin. Both dealt in death, but the latter was more like a noble of death. Their actions followed rules, refined control, and grace. An assassin without control was just a mindless killer. They may be called tools, but tools had rules that governed how and where they worked. You could not use a fork to drink soup, any more than you could use a knife to knit clothes.
An assassin’s strength was in knowing what they could or could not do and how and when to do it.
"Here it cos," Han Lei thought to himself, cutting short his philosophical thoughts on death when he saw Luo Suyun borrow the montum of her piercing saber intent, which had now materialized into a red-black scythe that imdiately ford above her head, instantly moving toward Yang Shitong’s wrist.
Yang Shitong smiled, making no motion to move as a dense purple light poured from his hands.
"Three feathers should be enough," he lazily murmured.
Three Feathers Celestial Throne Spirit Seal.
Han Lei’s eyes widened with shock when he saw three violet-purple feathers, each the size of a ten-ter tree, suddenly materialize out of thin air, radiating a boundless and sacred aura. He even felt the urge to prostrate and bow before those feathers.
Imdiately following their appearance, three golden waterfalls poured from the sky into the feathers as though they were falling stars. Imdiately after the resonance between the stars and the feathers, the feathers shrank down to normal size, and two of them anchored into the ground to the left and right of Luo Suyun, as a gold-violet chain suddenly appeared at the end of each feather, piercing through Luo Suyun’s stomach to tie into one another, using her abdon as the joining point between the two chains.
As for the third feather, which also had a gold-violet chain on one of its ends, that one had burrowed into Luo Suyun’s head, and in the process of doing so, effortlessly shattered her materialized scythe of red saber intent, flowed into her head, and then split into two. One part entered her head, and the other anchored itself on the ground like the other two feathers and was connected to its split part via the golden chain.
"Seal," Yang Shitong languidly said as he clenched his fist in the sa lazy motion as his voice, which resulted in the feathers and the chains humming with a sacred chi as though heavenly bells had just been rung. The chi was accompanied by a gold-violet curtain of light whose ethereal form descended on Luo Suyun.
If before she had been flustered when the green fla tree suddenly attacked, right now, as the violet-golden light bathed her body in its radiance, she felt utterly horrified, instinctively feeling that death had descended upon her.
She lost sense of her surroundings, and imdiately after, she lost sense of herself.
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