His golden eyes narrowed as the footsteps behind him grew louder. Ren spun around, and his breath hitched at the sight before him.
There, dressed in a red robe with a pattern mirroring his own, stood Wei Ling Sheng.
The sight did not sit well with Ren. All his guilt and fear after killing Sabrina left his nerves, leaving behind a raw anger.
His disgust was so evident that even the people slowly following behind Wei Ling Sehng could feel it.
They sensed the naked disgust emanating from Ren's body, a simmering rage that seemed to ripple through the air.
But beyond the anger, there was a hidden grief, a sadness that coiled heavily around the throats of the people present, causing tears to well up in their eyes.
Wei Ling Sheng's smile faltered as he listened to the muffled sobs of his entourage. A flicker of something darker crossed his expression, an unmistakable glint of murderous intent.