Peach-red petals were scattered all over the ground.
The branches were thin and bent, like a simple brushstroke in an ink-wash landscape painting, the twigs slender.
A burly man held his chest, with fresh blood gurgling, staining the ground blood-red.
A ferocious expression was on his face: "Sword Disciple, no matter how strong your Talent for Sword Dao, you will never be able to find the murderer of Duke Extinction Mansion in this lifetime... you will never be able to seek revenge."
After saying this, the burly man breathed his last.
But before his death, his face still bore a look of mockery.
Beside him, Commandery Princess An Yang, seeing this, wore a look of sympathy: "Senior Sword Disciple, the clue is broken again."
Though Sword Disciple was actually a few years younger than her, staying by his side made her feel as if she was next to a huge block of ice.