The Weapons Master

[NiuJiao Sect]

"Lan Guan-Yin, there is nobody else here," Su Lang said as his men lined up behind him, all empty-handed. The NiuJiao sect was void of any disciples.

Lan Guan-Yin clicked her tongue with dissatisfaction as she eyed the empty grounds. Her gaze settled over Fan ZhiHao's kneeling figure among the blue flames lighting up the pillars used to melt the silver and gold. A sword was held against his throat, drawing droplets of blood.

But Fan ZhiHao didn't flinch or acknowledge it. There was a sense of calmness over his features as he gazed at Lan Guan-Yin with emotionless eyes. He didn't hate her. To him, she was nothing. In the end, even Lan Guan-Yin was just a pawn, used and thrown away once she became useless to BiFei.

There might have once been pity in his heart for her and her destructive ways, but even that had died along with Ye WeiRu.

"What about the scroll?" Lan Guan-Yin asked, and Su Lang shook his head.