Fang Shuwen glanced at the corpse, then set it down and continued forward.
The corpse's identity could be discerned from its clothes; it was one of the group of three men and one woman from Flying Snow City.
The head had been severed by a sword. As for who had done it, Fang Shuwen didn't need to guess... because the person was right ahead.
After passing through a doorway, Fang Shuwen saw a fight.
To be more accurate, it was a siege.
The besieged man held a sword with a faint crimson edge. His sword techniques were sharp and ruthless, and although he faced four opponents, they couldn't get the better of him.
The four were the other three members of Flying Snow City's group of three men and one woman, along with the Ascetic Monk who wielded a Convenient Shovel and wore a large string of Prayer Beads around his neck.
At this very moment, True Qi circulated around the Great Monk's body, his internal qi and blood churning relentlessly.
