"She is dead. Take her out," he said and Lian smiled as she grabbed her by the arm, dragging her out of the room with Mei following closely behind. The assassin was long dead her voice silent but her curses echoed through his mind. He treated it like background noise as he took a sip of his tea a slight quirk at the corner of his lips.
It seemed he should have taken her last words to heart because her curses turned out to be prophetic.
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