When Jiang Ming withdrew his hand, Qin Yue had already become a round ball.
Though smaller than Ling Tian's, it was more perfectly rounded and more exquisitely formed.
Faint red patterns spread across the ball's surface, like a crushed flower stubbornly retaining its last traces of color.
Jiang Ming flicked a finger!
The ball rolled into the blood covering the ground.
It rolled over the remains of her husband and son, all the way into the garden courtyard.
Deep within the City Lord's Mansion.
The Xiao Clan ancestors' memorial tablets still stood upon the altar table.
How had Jiang Ming found this place?
Simple!
With so many living people in the City Lord's Mansion, someone was bound to know the clues!
Jiang Ming slowly raised his hand.
A silver-gray radiance lit up, and the entire altar table, along with the memorial tablets, was crushed into dust.
After finishing all this, Jiang Ming turned and walked toward the main gate.
The rain was still falling, landing on Jiang Ming's shoulders and streaming down from the hem of his clothes.
The lights in the City Lord's Mansion gradually went out.
The red silk had been soaked by the rain.
It was impossible to tell whether it was the silk's original color or stains left by blood.
Jiang Ming suddenly recalled Qin Yue's final words.
"Qin Ming?"
"We would cross paths sooner or later. I might as well kill him while I'm at it!"
Without the slightest hesitation, Jiang Ming wrote that name onto the death list!
Meanwhile.
Heaven Dou City.
Moonlight Pavilion.
Tang Yuehua sat before the zither stand, her ten fingers lightly brushing over the strings without playing a note.
Her eyes were fixed on the disheveled man not far away.
Tang Hao looked even more weathered than he