The Young Clan Master looked... rough. His robes were torn in several places, singed at the edges. Blood stained his sleeves. His hair had come loose from its tie, hanging messily around his face.
But he was alive. Walking. His eyes sharp and clear.
He stopped at the edge of the clearing, took in the destruction, then his gaze fell on the scattered remains of Elder Feng.
His eyes widened slightly. Just enough to show genuine shock.
"What..." Jian's voice was quiet. "What happened here?"
Long Chen opened his mouth, then closed it. What was he supposed to say? 'Oh, I got possessed by a demon who's one of the Seven Deadly Sins and he shredded the elder into confetti?'
"Something I shouldn't have," Long Chen said instead. It wasn't a lie.
Jian stared at the blood-soaked clearing for another long moment. Then he nodded slowly. "The Clan Master escaped."
Long Chen's head snapped up. "What?"
