The moon this night was also full, and the silver mask glittered brilliantly in its light. The moon looked exactly as it had thirteen years before.
Masks cannot age, nor change.
But the people had changed.
Xiao Jun had grown from a young disciple of the Beggar Sect to become the Lord of the its Torture Chamber, with complete power over life and death. He’d changed from a youth full of vim and vigor, into a taciturn, cold man.
Had his arm not been severed, he would not have become this way.
He had never seen this person’s face, but this person had changed his entire life.
Was the change his good luck, or his misfortune?
Even he didn’t know.
What type of person hid beneath this silver mask and black cloak? Why had he chopped off his arm?
Xiao Jun had no idea.
In his nightmares, he would frequently see this person, on that same night underneath the full moon, thirteen years ago. Upon awakening in a cold sweat, he would ask himself: “Why? Why? Why…?”
The only person who could provide answers, now stood in front of him like a figure from a nightmare.
In moments, his clothes were soaked with sweat, sticking to his flesh. His tongue stuck inside his mouth; he couldn’t speak a single word.
The person in the silver mask had already sat down in front of him at the food stall. “Of course you haven’t forgotten me,” he said. “Thirteen years ago, I chopped off your arm under the light of the full moon.”
His voice was not as fearsome as his appearance. If you didn’t see him, but heard his voice, you would think he was a very gentle person.
This was the first time Xiao Jun heard his voice.
It was soft and deep, and when he spoke to Xiao Jun it sounded like a gentle mother, sitting next to her child in bed, singing a bedtime lullaby.
And yet, at any moment, he could chop off Xiao Jun’s other arm.
“Thirteen years ago, you had never seen me before, nor had I seen you,” said the person in the silver mask. “And yet, I took your arm and left you to live a life of suffering. All this time, I never came looking for you, and you had no way to look for me. And yet now, thirteen long years later, here I am. Do you know why?”
Xiao Jun shook his head.
“Do you want to know why?” asked the person in the silver mask.
Xiao Jun nodded.
He slowly turned around. “If you want to know, come with me. If you don’t want to come, I won’t force you.”
No one knew where he came from, and no one knew where he planned to go.
And yet Xiao Jun went with him, seemingly bewitched.
Even if this person led him down into hell, he would probably follow.
It seemed his voice had some entrancing power over Xiao Jun.
This was the first time he had heard the person’s voice, but yet, it also seemed as if he had heard it countless times before.
Why was that? Xiao Jun had no explanation.
Fog filled the night, a dreary and ha
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