"Phew."
Baili Qingfeng tossed aside the sword covered in blood, then leaned against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the floor.
Blood...
It stained the wall red.
He raised his head slightly, a trace of melancholy and yearning in his eyes.
A yearning...
For a peaceful life.
Unfortunately...
There was no going back.
He could never return to that peaceful environment filled with harmony.
And he...
Was no longer the same person he had been.
At that moment, his hands were covered in blood.
Including the Jiang Family and Et and his son, more than fifty people had already died at his hands.
Although every person he had killed deserved to die, and every one of them had gotten what they deserved, he could no longer be considered pure.
A fresh breeze carrying the scent of rain blew in through the window, slightly dispelling the stench of blood in the room.
Baili Qingfeng let the wind wash over him, his eyes narrowing slightly...
He was tired.
He was somewhat tired.
He had been rushing about without pause and killing without end since last night. By now, more than ten hours had passed. He had not properly rested for over ten hours, and most of that time had been spent in intense combat. His mind was taut, his body exhausted, and just moments ago, he had even been shot three times!
Not once or twice, but three times!
These serious wounds...
He was truly exhausted...
"I can't hold on anymore..."
Baili Qingfeng's voice was weak.
He needed to rest for a while, to properly close his eyes and rest.
Thus...
His eyelids gradually drooped.
Although he knew he could not sleep—once he did...
He would really fall asleep, and that would delay the train back to Xia