“Sorry, you’re not… my type.”
The man just stared at him.
“You know,” he said, somehow strangely, “I was ordered to kill you. I descended from the mountain, left my brothers and the monastery, traveled through the wildest and most terrible lands, hoping to meet a worthy opponent… I thought that there must’ve been a reason that I went through the trials written in my scroll of destiny by Liao-Feng himself. But what do I see? A brat that hasn’t even lived his twentieth winter.”
“You know,” Ash smirked, surprising himself, “I’m kinda dying here… You better hurry up with… your speeches…”
“I should’ve killed you immediately.” The stranger sighed. “But I changed my mind. I waited and I watched, as the heavenly sage’s commandment dictated. I longed to see the darkness in your heart, but i
