That said, with Second Granduncle's strength, he could have completely slaughtered them back then, yet he always held back.
After all, though they had no intelligence, and now even in death showed no lingering obsession or emotion, they were still the final line of defense guarding the Taiqing Sect's forbidden area.
"We're even now."
After a brief adjustment of his breathing, Zhou Qing bowed solemnly toward the scorched marks remaining on the ground, then, with a heart full of curiosity, walked toward the depths of the Blood River.
The two banks of the Blood River were still jagged with strange rocks, interlocking like a beast's fangs.
The air was thick with a rotten, iron‑rust stench that made one want to retch.
With the Corpse Wax Crows no longer disturbing him, Zhou Qing was able to investigate carefully, but unfortunately, the old hen was nowhere to be seen.
"Where exactly does this Blood River flow to?"
