Not Alone Anymore

Adam watched Wei's hand tremble around the knife that pierced Qiao's heart, then looked at his face. It was paler than the stiffening corpse, and his breath came out in labored pants through his clenched teeth.

Many suffered injustice, but those who gathered enough courage to rebel against it were as rare as a phoenix's feather, especially knowing the Verdant Peak sect and Hu would silence them. In doing so, Wei had earned his respect—and a way out.

But the little girl came first. With his hand covering her eyes, she shuddered in the oppressive silence that had suddenly drowned the room. He saw her worried frown and quivering lips. But even though the death of her parents would hurt her innocent heart, it had to be done.