Between heaven and earth, the wind and snow grew harsher.
At a glance, it looked like endless goose feathers swirling in the gale.
Chen Yang walked down from the mountain, step by step toward the square.
Li Jicen, whom Chen Yang had thrown down from the mountaintop, had long since lost all breath of life. Snowflakes drifting down without end slowly covered his whole body, and even the splattered blood all around was gradually buried and vanished.
The vast funeral ground was a field of Siji.
Li Nian stood there in a daze, letting the wind and snow pile up on him. The bone-deep chill had already spread through every limb and bone.
In fact, from the first time he saw Chen Yang here, Li Nian hadn't really believed this Supreme Martial Commander, missing for nearly half a year, would bear such murderous intent.
The result…
Not only did he ruin his grandfather's funeral, even his great-uncle was left a corpse on the spot.
