The cold wind was like a blade, and the moonlight congealed into frost.
The bloodstains on the Cold Star Blade had just been wiped clean, and the eyes of the Great Elder had already faded into gray.
Even in death, he couldn't comprehend why he, a Gui Cang expert who suppressed his own cultivation breakthroughs, would perish at the hands of a youngster who broke through in the heat of battle.
The corpse crashed to the ground with a dull thud that echoed in the deathly silent night.
Qin An, clad in black robes, stood with his blade still stained with dark red.
Silence enveloped the surroundings, broken only by the night wind's lament.
Liao Yang and the others were all dumbfounded, unable to believe the scene before their eyes.
"He..."
Liao Yang wanted to speak, but the words caught in his throat and he couldn't utter them.
Returning to Storage Realm, it was indeed Returning to Storage Realm.
