"Good night, brother."
The sword light flashed, and blood spurted.
Kane's corpse fell, the bloodline on his neck writhing like a living creature, then with a snap, it broke and dissipated into the air.
Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword, looked up toward the distant clock tower, then turned and left.
The clouds dispersed, the eclipse ended, and the silver radiance again fell upon the earth.
At the top of the clock tower, within the building's shadow, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly closed.
"Indeed... an interesting prey..."
whispered, together with hundreds of bats flying into the night wind, all vanished.
......
The Morning Star Manor in Frost Iron City was shrouded in gloomy clouds.
Black veils hung in front of every window, and the servants walked quickly with their heads bowed, fearing they might disturb the master's mourning.
