The sunlight sprinkled down gently.
It shone upon the Edge of the Breezy Cliff as a gust blew by, lifting the lady's silk dress and scholar's robe, mixed with a heavy scent of blood.
Li Zijun blinked her eyes in disbelief at the scene before her.
All of this happened in a flash, completely unforeseen.
The sudden appearance of the long blade, the sudden thrust.
Uncle Wang's eyes were wide open; they flickered for a moment, then filled with a sinister gleam, his gaze as ferocious as a vicious wolf. He burst into laughter, saying,
"Li Zijun, if I die, don't think for a second that you'll live!!"
"Su Bei, hahaha!! How does it feel to have all your efforts go to waste!?"
"Die for me... Die!!"
...
Blood continuously trickled down from his long blade.
