Even after waking in a cold sweat, he could still vividly recall the look of sheer terror in his younger sister’s eyes as she gazed at him in his dream.
Lyle’s lips trembled slightly. He swallowed hard, his throat bobbing. For some time now, his mind had been haunted by a question his close friend Lei Xiaohua had asked him long ago: if the Blood Clan were his own family, would he be able to strike them down? Back then, he had answered without hesitation that he would. That was, until he held his sister as she drew her final breath. In that moment, staring at the holy sword in his hands, he had fallen into a state of bottomless confusion.
Even over the sound of the wind, Wang Han could clearly hear the noise coming from Lyle’s phone.
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