127 I Will Kill You

Wang Li and company arrived at the mountains and there was a man with a curved sword, glinting under the setting sun. Wang Li narrowed his eyes behind the mask and tightened his hold around his weapon. The bald man stared and pointed at him, making a move for him to come forward.

"You know him, Sir Painter? He was the one who took your child," Mo Chou stated.

Wang Li took a few steps forward to stand before the warriors and thinned his lips.

"Where is he?"

"She is playing with him."

The creaking of wood in his hand sounded as he huffed out of his nose.

"Where?"

The man stretched his lips into a grin.

"When my brother told me you gave him your core, I thought he was speaking of a dream. Now I see it is true."

"You should have stayed."

He laughed and swung his sword easily before him, like waving his hand to rid a pesky fly.

"My brother no longer listens to you, child. You no longer control him!"