A moment later, he sighed.
His actions were reluctant as he summoned a bamboo flute out of nowhere. He proceeded to flip his other free hand, three needles shooting out and stabbing into the back of Hana's neck.
Hana went still, as if she was paralyzed.
The needles on the back of her neck were drenched in black magic.
"I didn't bring you here to wallow in self-pity," Zeau stated without any emotion. "I hate seeing a disgusting sight like this in front of me, so don't show it."
After all, it only reminded Zeau of how he was in the past.
Pathetic and indecisive.
In the end, those voices were just his own and he had to overcome them.
He placed the flute on his mouth, a soothing melody flooding the room that suited his genial mein. However, everyone knew the current Zeau was anything but genial.
If only they knew his appearance truly matched his actions in the past...