199 Your life, I'm taking it

Under the blood moon, a gentle evening breeze brushed through, slowly dispersing the clouds to reveal the blood-stained moon that illuminated the darkness of the earth below.

Reiger, bathed in this ominous moonlight, sat in the hall, quietly sipping tea at a small wooden table.

The hermit's sun wheel blade rested at Reiger's side, lying on the ground as quietly as any ordinary sword.

This scene was so tranquil, so peaceful.

It wasn't until a certain moment that Reiger suddenly spoke.

"Since you've come, why hide?"

His calm voice echoed under the moonlit hall, seeming so abrupt, so lonely.

No one responded to Reiger, making it seem as though he was talking to himself, which was quite amusing.

Reiger wasn't in a hurry; he continued drinking his tea, as leisurely as if he were on vacation.

"Whoosh——"

After a long while, finally, a breeze swept through the courtyard, casting a figure like a bat into view.