C385 Unilateral Killing

The atmosphere in the room was very subtle. The sawdust was still flying in the air. Zhao Xuanran was standing in front of the bed in a white robe. His hair was a bit messy and he looked to be in a rather sorry state.

Black Hawk's lips were tightly pursed. The sharp sword in his hand was tightly clenched. Under the candlelight, it was suffused with an icy chill