The sky was overcast.
Winter days, cold enough to chill one to the bone.
Shen Yue looked up at the sky, observing the heavy lead clouds. Seeing this, Guo Jing and the others couldn't help but glance upwards, feeling slightly heavy-hearted. Guo Jing rubbed his hands together and kindly remarked, "Looks like it's going to snow. This isn't good weather for negotiations."
He was unaware that when one doesn't want to do something, anything can become an excuse, and the reverse is also true.
"Even on a clear day, it's good weather for killing," Shen Yue said calmly.
While others saw the lead clouds, he saw the ever-blue sky beyond them.
At that moment, a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Guo Jing shivered, "Why?"
"Because on a clear day, the blood dries easily."
Shen Yue let out a gentle breath, "You don't have to go to the Jin Camp, but even if it rains knives, I must go." He stopped paying attention to Guo Jing and strode back to the Chuigong Hall.
