Under the fading sunset, Li Poxiao walked step by step along the nearly abandoned highway, swinging the Murdering Sword in his hand. Blood sprayed all over the ground, saving him even the trouble of wiping the blade.
Several people lay stiffly on the ground, some struggling, others already dead. They were from the Empty Profound Sect, and it seemed there were people from other sects among them as well.
Returning his sword to its sheath, Li Poxiao slowly walked back from the highway to the Four Little Immortals Taoist Temple, acting as though he could not see me. He was so cold that he was difficult to approach.
Han Shanshan had not come, and I could not help feeling disappointed. The Aristocratic Clan seemed to have gone back on its word. That meant she might have died, or perhaps the Aristocratic Clan wanted to force me into an unbearable predicament.
I slumped down beneath the great tree. Watching Li Poxiao approach step by step, I could not even be bothered to greet him.
"What's the situation?" Li Poxiao asked expressionlessly.
"Not good. They said they would bring someone over at dusk, but it's already now. After watching you kill four people, I knew the negotiations might have fallen through." I smiled faintly. Could Han Binbin and You Jiangfei's curse have been lifted by some expert? The Aristocratic Clan's actions clearly showed that they had something to rely on.
Night fell slowly in the south, but it was already past seven. Han Shanshan still had not arrived. Didn't that mean something had gone wrong?
"The people I killed deserved to die." Li Poxiao frowned, thinking I was accusing him of slaughtering indiscriminately. He reached into his Taoist robe, pulled out a slip of paper, and tossed it in front of me.