C440 Second Base

"She... she killed... Wai Yun..."

Han Feng's eyes were glazed as he stared at the wall, uttering each word deliberately.

"Why... Why..."

His whisper was barely audible, like the faint buzz of a mosquito, as it escaped his lips.

The enigmatic girl was both the Saint Lord and the progenitor. Until she confessed with her own words, Han Feng had dismissed the notion as an improbable conjecture