Chapter 250: A Killing Intent Arises on the River

As another round of night fell, the daytime bustle completely dissipated, and the streets once again regained their cold silence.

The nights of spring were always warm, the air filled with an intoxicating, subtle fragrance that silently overwhelmed passersby.

Yet there was one person whose heart was as cold as ice, and although the fragrance passed through him, it left nothing behind.

Rong Zhi walked slowly along the night streets, by now dressed once again in his usual attire, his clothes as white as snow, exuding a sense of chill and haziness in the warm spring night.

His eyes were darker and deeper than the night sky, and within their unfathomable depths, there seemed to roil a bizarre and violent surge, growing more intense and rapid, finally sinking into an endless abyss.