The Deacon

At that moment Ming Ya's greatest regret was to want Wei Jiayi. Did she love him? Probably not. She only wanted him, before, for his wealth and power. Now, she knew; he had a face that rivaled angels but cruelty that matched demons. Did she hate him? Probably.

However, with that, she finally understood that a demon would only want another demon, to keep.

"I hate noisy beings." Wei Jiayi commented. He will not have Ming Ya to telling anyone else what had happened. He was able to make sure earlier, during the purification ritual, that intruders were sent on limbo until the formation broke.

"Aw! Wei Jiayi she was still speaking!" Chen Zhang Yong exclaimed, sending a scrutinizing gaze to Wei Jiayi's hand- which now seemed much lethal than a sword. Killing so swiftly: without a sound and in the blink of an eye.