On the mountaintop.
Zhang Xiaohao looked at everything coldly, his face showing no expression.
With a flick of his hand, he took out a jar of 300-year-old Daughter's Red wine from the Shennong Ring.
Staring at the waning moon in the night sky, he drank lightly.
"What is love in this world that makes one vow life and death?" Zhang Xiaohao said calmly.
Well, this sentence doesn't quite fit the current scene, but there's a touch of meaning hidden within.
To sum it all up, don't court death, and you won't die!
If they hadn't acted out and stayed loyally in the Thousand Shadows Sect, how would this scene have unfolded?
In the valley.
As Shi Potian fell to the ground, all the disciples of the Thousand Shadows Sect froze.
Each looked dumbfounded at Shi Potian lying on the ground and the three middle-aged beauty women sucked into blood.
The surroundings were eerily silent, so quiet you could hear a needle drop.
A strange atmosphere instantly filled the valley.
