Lang Qingyue went deathly quiet, a blueness coloring the atmosphere.
Necro, on the other hand, was focused on something else. 'The Greenflame and Hundred-Eyed Sects joined together…?'
His eyes narrowed into slits as his killing intent flared.
"M-Mr. Python," Lang Qingyue said through tears and sniffles, failing to bury her extreme sadness. "Is… Is there any possible way that you could… that you could…"
"You want me to get revenge for you?" Necro finished what she was trying to say. "I can do that."
"I-It'll only be until I can get in contact with the Shaman Clans in the North— Wait, you'll what!?"
That easy!?
"I have personal misgivings with the Hundred-Eyed Sect, so the matter of your revenge is simply something that would've happened either way," said Necro, his voice as cold as ice. "They'll die. Every single last one of them."
