Izewende's face gradually returned to normal, and his cracked mouth also reverted to its original state, he transformed back into that sinister look.
Looking down at the corpse on the ground, Izewende chuckled, "You got it right, how could I possibly be one of your kind? A native."
Stepping over the corpse, Izewende walked out of the hall with his hands behind his back.
Two samurai holding spears bowed simultaneously, "Young Clan Chief."
"Jie lie abandoned the clansmen and escaped back on his own; he has been executed. Go in and clean up the corpse, scrub the bloodstains clean for me; no coward's blood is allowed in my hall."
Izewende, with an arrogant expression, glanced sideways and ordered coldly.
"Yes, Young Clan Chief."
The two guards hurried into the hall to tidy up.
Izewende tilted his head, squinting at the perpetually black night sky, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and with this slight smile, he leisurely walked out.
