Killing A Virtuous Man

The Drunkard left, but the Eldest Brother stayed. He walked to the sedan and laid the body of Liu Yiqing flat. Then he turned to look at the ruins of the imperial city in the night and was silently listening to the sounds of the wind and the river. He looked sad and helpless as if he was waiting for something to happen.

Long Qing knew what he was waiting for, so he was more and more puzzled as to why he did not leave. Seeing the dust on cotton jacket of the Eldest Brother, the expression on Long Qing's face gradually became serious.

Among the three people who stayed in the field, Hengmu was the youngest and also the proudest. Additionally what happened tonight shocked and frustrated him the most. He felt desolated and the flames of fury deep in his eyes were obvious. It wasn't until now that he realized the Academy had set up the trap for the Drunkard, and never took him seriously.