The night was as calm as water, and the bright moon hung high in the sky!
In the woods, the trees cast indistinct shadows beneath the moonlight, intertwining in a hazy blur.
Suddenly, a cool, icy wind swept through, carrying leaves with it and filling the air with a bleak, murderous chill.
A burly figure darted beneath the shadows of the trees, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.
At the very heart of the woods, He Heng stood with his hands behind his back, calmly surveying his surroundings. His expression was solemn, as if he were preparing for some grave undertaking.
At last, he saw the burly figure.
The man was tall and looked to be only around forty, yet his face was weathered, and his temples had begun to turn gray. These were the marks time had left on him.
His brows were thick, his nose straight, and his features sharply defined. It was clear he was a man of extraordinary resolve.
"Tie Zhongtang, I've been waiting a long time for you." The instant he saw the man, He Heng recognized him and spoke coldly.
The burly man—Tie Zhongtang—saw He Heng as well. His gaze burned like a torch, filled with an unyielding fire.
But when he saw Chu Liuxiang and Hu Tiehua lying on the ground, his expression changed more drastically than ever before. Grief and sorrow filled his face, and his furious gaze turned on He Heng.
"They were out of their depth. I've already taken care of them for you. No need to thank me. I'll send you to join them in a moment." He Heng looked at Tie Zhongtang indifferently, his tone utterly flat.
Tie Zhongtang glared at He Heng, his eyes bulging and blazing with fury. In the end, he managed to