The dark clouds in the sky completely dispersed, and the sunlight, as usual, passed through the sparse clouds, piercing like a sharp sword into the quiet courtyard of the Xu Family, nourishing the Seven-leafed One-flowered Plant in the corner, where the dewdrops residing on the leaves gradually shrunk.
For the Great Wilderness Border Village, which had experienced an entire morning, those rays of sunlight were undoubtedly a hope of rebirth, endowed with life, casting various shapes on the ground—circular, square, and various irregular figures.
These shapes glistened, but they were of a blood-red color.
As the sun rose, several kinds of bird calls sounded in the sky, but in the courtyard, there was an unparalleled silence.
The scene where Xu Ran wielded his sword to behead echoed repeatedly in everyone's heart, the charm unmistakably belonging to an immortal.
"Why are there so many headless corpses in the village? What happened during the few days I was absent?"
