"This aura..."
A small figure crouched half low on a patch of blood, seemingly sniffing something.
"Appearances can change, but aura is unchangeable..."
The small figure slowly stood up, lifting the black veil from the hat with a soft hand, revealing a pair of quite bright eyes.
Behind her were several figures standing by the door observing the surroundings or leaning against the wall with eyes slightly closed.
Without exception, each person's aura was remarkably deep...
"The Supervisor orders, capture him!"
.........
Jiang Ming wielded a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, gently flicking away the blood that lingered on their blades.
The knife and sword were sheathed, clean and neat.
Jiang Ming turned slightly, the boots underfoot stained with thick blood.
The bloody scent pervaded this small hall.
An old man slouched in the main seat, with a large wound on his chest.
"Why... we... have no grievance."
