Chapter 33: Feng Yi's Realization_1

Heart of the Butterfly was prepared for death, her heart as grey as ashes. Sometimes, when one's life is about to end, things can appear quite trivial. Feeling the breeze brush past her, she dazedly opened her eyes only to find the clenched fist of the black-clad warrior merely centimeters away from her cheek. "You... aren't going to kill me?" she stammered.

Feng Yi struggled to restrain his punch, ultimately sighing heavily. He was normally clear-headed, not easily swayed by the bitterness of hate. His actions had nothing to do with kind-heartedness. On the contrary, he was not a virtuous person; rather, he was concerned with the matter at hand itself. Could defeating the Heart of the Butterfly really expose the true criminal? After all, she was just a pawn manipulated by the backstage mastermind.