At such a sight, the younger brother was stunned on the spot, staring at the sword his elder brother had clearly and deliberately stabbed astray, then looking again at the blood‑soaked severed arm fallen to the ground and the corpses of the clansmen around them. In an instant he came to a great awakening, howling madly, flinging away his long saber in remorse, throwing his arms around his brother and breaking down in tears.
Elsewhere, in a stern and imposing sect compound, a pretty young woman was clutching the dagger in her hands with a trembling grip, her eyes filled with hatred and tangled emotions as she fixed her gaze on the sick‑to‑the‑marrow old man lying behind the beaded curtain on the bed opposite. Time and again she wanted to step forward and personally butcher this enemy, and time and again she struggled frenziedly within her heart.
