Peach-red petals lay scattered across the ground.
Slender peach branches curved like a landscape ink painting sketched with a casual stroke or two, their stems lean and gaunt.
The burly man clutched his chest, blood streaming out and staining the ground.
A savage expression hung on his face. "Sword Disciple, so what if your talent in the sword is unmatched? In this life... you will never find the culprit behind Extinction Marquis Manor. You will never avenge them."
After saying that, the burly man breathed his last.
Yet even in death, mockery remained on his face.
Beside him, An Yang Princess revealed an unbearable expression. "Senior Sword Disciple, another lead has been cut off."
Though Sword Disciple was several years younger than her, standing beside him made her feel as though she were following a massive block of ice.
His face was clearly so handsome and his physique so strong, yet she could not stir the slightest desire. She was terrified that he would cut her down with a single stroke.
Sword Disciple remained silent.
Seeing this, An Yang Princess continued, "Could the culprits... be from another country?"
That was the only possibility she could guess at.
"I'm leaving." With that, Sword Disciple vanished.
An Yang Princess watched Sword Disciple's retreating figure, pursed her lips, and wanted to chase after him, but ultimately gave up.
A guard beside her said, "Princess, should we keep Sword Disciple here? With his help, why should we fear that our great cause will fail?"
An Yang Princess shook her head. "Fei Lai Country... is not a place where he should remain."
What An Yang Princess said soon proved true. In the days that followed, Sword Disciple measured Fei Lai Country with his feet.
He continued searching for the culprits behind the massacre of his