Taihua was slightly stunned, then suddenly laughed.
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The decaying ancient ship was deeply embedded into the glacier, the Blood Moon a crimson and eerie sight.
Under the moonlight, it illuminated the old man's blood-stained and sinister face.
"I'm sorry."
Taihua forcefully pulled out the Iron Sword, watching as the elderly man lost his breath and heartbeat in her arms, the howling wind across the Ice Sea was so cold, it seemed capable of freezing her heart.
She lifted her head, shedding golden tears, and the entire world trembled with a sudden roar.
As if welcoming the birth of a new king.
Yet she felt no joy, only a heart-wrenching pain.
Not only from the sudden curse, but also that indescribable heartache.
In a daze, someone approached her, quietly draping a garment over her shoulder before stepping away.
She raised her head, but no one was in sight.
The wind and snow remained bitterly cold, falling upon that black cloak.
