[ Jiang Cheng experiences a similar flashback, fuzzy and dream-like, of Sandu sinking deep into the man's chest and the lack of satisfaction it had brought him. He has been having many such dreams ever since Wen Ning's actions kicked off the destruction of his family.
He jerks back, face already twisting into a snarl, his hand coming to rest on Sandu's hilt. ]
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He jerks back, face already twisting into a snarl, his hand coming to rest on Sandu's hilt. ]
What are you doing here, Ghost General?!