In the rumbling thunder, a gentle rain once again fell from the sky.
On the official road from Wushan Prefecture to Shu Family Castle, the ground was already covered in bloodstains.
Blood mixed with rainwater spread all around, as if blood was everywhere.
The corpses of the Huang family and a small portion of Golden Wing Pavilion's dead warriors were mixed together, being moved and dragged away.
Zhang Rongfang stood quietly before Huang Yixi, his hands full of blood and rainwater, with three fingernails on his right hand broken, and no other external injuries.
In front of him, Huang Yixi's arms were broken, vomiting large mouthfuls of blood.
The knife, only half remaining, was inverted in the black earth next to them.
The rain fell on it, slowly washing away the bloodstains on the blade.
"In truth, from the moment you left on this battle, you were destined to lose."
Zhang Rongfang looked at Huang Yixi, half-kneeling in front of him, and sighed.
