The wind and snow raged on, with a few headless corpses lying at the entrance of Thousand Lights Town. The warm blood flowed onto the snow, quickly turning cold, and the bloody remnants appeared particularly eerie.
Gu Zhan walked leisurely, leading his horse,
and along the long street, many people cast fearful glances his way, while those who previously entertained different thoughts now quickly dismissed them.
The rules in such a place are just like this,
the strong can act with impunity,
Gu Zhan understood this order very well, after all, he has always been dealing with all sorts of people. In a place like Linjiang City, where the law is still somewhat respected, he was always able to kill without much talk, let alone in a place like this.
He knew even more clearly that
by making this kill, he would not have trouble;
on the contrary, it would greatly reduce potential troubles.
The wind and snow continued endlessly, everything seemed so mundane.
