[Xue Yang you do have a cunning friend with a silver tongue, at least. Your future might not be completely grim. And, hey, death isn't permanent. Isn't that a comfort?
The color drains from his face and he grits his teeth. The cold feeling in his gut is just getting icier.]
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The color drains from his face and he grits his teeth. The cold feeling in his gut is just getting icier.]
The one who made the request...?