Traitor Zhao Zhijing had been immobilized, too, and lay limp on the ground like a lamb awaiting slaughter. His eyes were unfocused. All his former arrogance as a Quanzhen Sect disciple had vanished, leaving only fear and despair before the unknown.
The two Mongolian spies were already cold corpses, sprawled among the rubble. They lent a bloody postscript to the upheaval of the night.
Lin Xuan withdrew his hand and looked down at the sheepskin letters scattered across the ground.
Huo Qingtong's face was icy, and her features radiated heroic spirit, tempered by a fierce anger. Her bright eyes were like cold stars reflected in autumn waters, usually sparkling with life, but now they were rimed with frost as she stared at the evidence on the ground.
Her figure was slender and athletic, her fitted clothes tracing her graceful curves without making her look the least bit delicate. She walked lightly over to the burly monk and examined the sorry state of the heretical master, her eyes burning with battle spirit and hatred for the traitor.
"Young Master Lin..." Huo Qingtong looked anxiously at the sheepskin letters in Lin Xuan's hand. Her voice was clear and sweet. "These traitors colluded with Mongolia. What should we do with them?"
Lin Xuan said gravely, "For what Zhao Zhijing has done, his crimes are heinous. He has disgraced the Quanzhen Sect and become a sinner in the eyes of the Central Plains Martial Arts World. I intend to take him to the Quanzhen Sect at daybreak and leave him in the hands of the Quanzhen Seven Masters. Since he betrayed the sect, Zhongnan Mountain should be his final destination."
Huo Qingtong listened. Though anger still lingered on her lively, charming face, she nodded in agreement. "Young Master Lin's decision is only right. Since