Red and white matter splattered across the mud pit. The Azure Cloud Sect's First Elder's personal disciple, who had always held himself so high and mighty, was dead beyond redemption.
Su Yueli let out a long breath, feeling as though the boulder that had weighed on her chest for a full century had finally fallen to the ground.
Looking at the headless corpse on the ground, she murmured softly, "Shen Qing'an, I have avenged you for that snowy night long ago..."
Su Yueli lifted her foot and flicked the blood from her shoe against a gray-white boulder nearby.
Then, through that cold white mask carved with patterns, she gave Shen Huai'an, who was slowly landing, an icy smile.
"Young Sect Master, we are fellow cultivators after all. Did you truly intend not to save him?"
Shen Huai'an stood on a clean patch of ground some distance away, his expression without the slightest ripple.
"I had no obligation to save him. The immortal sects stand side by side; it is all merely surface courtesy. With one of the First Elder's personal disciples dead, Azure Cloud Sect will not be able to hold its head high for the next thirty years."
Su Yueli snorted coldly inwardly. As expected, she had gambled correctly.
These cultivators were selfish to the bone. There was no such thing as true unity among sects.
"Before he died, he mentioned your brother." Su Yueli stared hard into his eyes and spoke coolly. "Do you not intend to ask anything?"
Shen Huai'an pondered for a moment, his brows drawing together as an inexplicable dull pain came from his chest.
Yet in the end, he still shook his head, his tone as indifferent as water.
"My brother was merely a mortal commoner with no immortal root. His life could not