"You will die by my hands someday," the little girl said in an extremely placid voice. It was as if what she had said wasn't a threat. Instead, it was merely a statement of fact, something that was already set in stone.

The middle-aged man gave an unfazed smile upon hearing this, and it was clear that this wasn't the first time he had heard this.

I can't wait for that day to come, he thought to himself as he took a glance at the little girl with a complex look in his eyes.

However, the emotion in his eyes faded just as quickly as they had appeared, and he turned around as he complained, "I hate coming to Zans. There isn't even a place that makes decent yellow croaker noodles here. Don't just stand there! Keep up!"

"It's all your fault. If you had fired that arrow with more power, we wouldn't have had to come here," the little girl said with a displeased pout.

"You don't know anything," the middle-aged man scoffed as he turned around to roll his eyes at his disciple. "This is the joy of the hunt. I bet that guy must be living in constant fear, not even daring to come out of his house. Where's the fun in killing him right away?"

"Bullshit!" the little girl scoffed as she spat on the ground next to the middle-aged man's feet. "If that guy hadn't got in the way, our...