Blade

On a mountain peak several kilometers south of the Hiding Place.

He Jing stared blankly at the scene unfolding in the sky.

With a thud, the woman's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the ground in a miserable heap.

Such a feast of vengeance should have been a delight to the North Wind Faction, whose nature was cold and harsh.

Yet she herself was also on Yan Shuangzi's list of vengeance.

Or rather, she should have been on that list.

Only because she had once shown Yan Shuangzi a sliver of kindness and meddled by offering a few words of advice had she been fortunate enough to survive.

Her life had indeed been spared.

But what about the future?

Would she have an easy time of it?

He Jing grew ever more frightened and uneasy. Should she flee while she still could?

But she had already severed her contract with Lord North Wind. Now, she was not even as strong as the weakest Weak God Disciple in the mountains.

If anyone caught her, her fate went without saying.

Besides, could she even escape?

After junior sister had been saved by the mysterious person, who knew what she had gone through? Perhaps she had begun worshipping Master Qiangxiu, or perhaps she had fallen into the demonic path and followed the Evil God, Vicious Hound.

No matter which it was, if she dared make the slightest rash move, Junior Sister could probably teleport right before her in an instant.

And her blade would come down as well.

Watching Yan Shuangzi's cruel actions, He Jing could not help but shudder.

Even from several kilometers away, she could feel her Junior Sister's rage and hatred.

The broad conical hat Yan Shuangzi had worn had fallen off at some point.

The long hair she