Chu He was completely unaware of the dramatic thoughts running through the minds of that family of four, nor did he have the leisure to care.
His expression was as still as water, like a frigid pool capable of reflecting the entire world without a single ripple.
He walked, step by unhurried step, until he stood before the wretched figure of Amaterasu lying on the ground.
He bent slightly and looked down. Amaterasu's face, normally as beautiful and sacred as a goddess descended to the Mortal World, a face that seemed above all earthly matters,
was now twisted in pain and resentment. A mixture of sweat and blood trickled down her cheeks, and her disheveled hair clung to her face, making her look like a wounded, fallen phoenix.
Chu He's gaze was calm as he asked, "Tell me, what exactly did you steal from the Great Xia Empire?"
Nearby, the renowned Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi, a blade that had once struck fear into countless hearts, had long since lost its formidable aura.
