"Must you continue on this path of error, Prince of Han?"
"Do you really need to force the Blind Man to kill you before you'll be satisfied?!"
The Blind Man spoke with a look of absolute calm, as if the lives of the twenty or thirty Ink Guards lying at his feet were of no consequence. His clothes were splattered with gore, and the horsehair whisk at his waist was stained crimson. He had cornered Jia Lingyun, standing over him with sword in hand, looking down at the Prince with the haughty posture of a victor.
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