Rain of light cascaded like smoke and mist, the massive palms transformed into scattered points of light, fading away. The night sky was clear as if freshly washed, even the evening breeze carried a touch of chill.
Though Qin Ming was stained with red blood, it could not hide the divine aura of a Banished Immortal. His plain robes fluttered in the wind, wide sleeves swept over the clouds, as if moonlight flowed between his garments.
He treaded lightly on the void, accompanied by the pure breath of heaven and earth, cleansing himself of all the slaughter.
Qin Ming's blue garment swirled in the night wind, tinged with flowing light, his brows and eyes bore a sense of isolation from the mundane world, saying: "Lovers finally become companions."
The crowd was inexplicably shocked, for that was Huang Zhaoting, one of the leading figures in their hearts of a generation, and now he was dead just like that.
