The boy stood trembling in the corner. This world was far different from what he had imagined. He had been told that life meant nothing and the sword was everything, yet death still threatened him without mercy, utterly ignoring the cold indifference he had painstakingly cultivated.
"I found him in the peach grove," Chu Nanping said. He had already calmed down.
The boy was only thirteen or fourteen. When he noticed the Dragon King's gaze sweep toward him, he trembled even harder.
Gu Shenwei saw that the boy was missing a thumb from his right hand and recognized him as one of the new Deyi Tower Disciples who had fought him two nights ago. There had been eighteen of them then; half had killed one another, and the rest had been slain by Han Wuxian and her subordinates. He had never expected anyone to survive.
"Did you go see your brother's grave?" Gu Shenwei asked.
Chu Nanping nodded quickly. He had gone to Wangcheng Lane to watch the battle, but had still arrived a step too late. More than two hundred Tianshan Sect swordsmen, skilled in their work, had completed their killing and arson in a very short time. All he could do was watch helplessly as the flames swallowed the shabby little lane he knew so well.
Then he had gone to the peach grove, where his brother, Lord Chuyang, and another man had been buried beneath a tree.
The grave was still there, having miraculously escaped the many melees that had erupted in the area. The garden's owner had never leveled the burial mound, either. Someone had even erected a stele in front of it, engraved with the names of Lord Chuyang and Ye Silang. The inscription showed that it had been built with funds contributed by the