Little Mute

Seven Blood Eyes' main city.

In the coastal area, the winter wind carried a gentleness that blew to every corner of the streets.

Different from the cold in the Red Plains, it was delicate and damp which made it difficult to detect it at first. It was only when it seeped into one's bones and gradually turned cold from the inside out that one would feel it.

By then, it would be too late to resist.

Just like the piedmont disciple of the Seven Blood Eyes, the cruelty hidden under their smiling faces was like needles hidden in cotton.

This was more prominent in the Seventh Peak.

The disciples of the Seventh Peak seemed to have some talent in this aspect. They were good at concealing their true thoughts. They place their interests above everything else and could abandon their superficial dignity. Xu Qing knew this very deeply.