You Were Late

Huang Ying was resigned to death and ready to accept it without too much fuss. However, it did not come as he expected and instead, he felt something slice the air. 

'Slash!'

Huang Ying felt a strong gust of wind, combined with an eerie aura before feeling his world falling as his head hit the ground. 

"Ah!" Huang Ying screamed in anguish as he felt the ache from his remaining body parts. He was bleeding heavily, still grateful for being alive. Despite the pain, his gaze could not be removed from the woman who was standing in front of him. 

She was looking down at his disfigured self as she blew her smoking pipe that smelled heavily of opium poppy.