The battle at Soul-Severing Gorge had settled. Fang Hao hid within the Chaos Grotto-Heaven, recovering his breath while taking stock of the spoils he had looted from Gong Mingyuan. This old fellow was indeed wealthy; in particular, that deep blue poisoned short sword, 'Shadow Kill,' was of extremely high quality—sinister and ruthless, a fine weapon for sneak attacks. There were also several life-saving Talismans and Medicinal Pills, all of which were of considerable value.
However, there wasn't much joy on Fang Hao's face. He sat cross-legged in the hazy Grotto-Heaven, his brow slightly furrowed, his mind as clear as a mirror.
"Killing Gong Mingyuan can be considered as avenging the grudge from Heavenly Wolf Pass. It's satisfying, truly satisfying," he muttered to himself. "But the core of the Gongming Family remains completely unshaken."
