At the foot of Medicine Peak, a thick bloody mist drifted slowly in the breeze like an eerie gauze curtain, lingering and refusing to disperse. The rich, pungent smell of blood seemed to pierce every pore of the body, making one's stomach turn.
Bai Hanlin's steps were somewhat heavy as he slowly paced over to his adopted son, Bai Bin, who had fallen in a pool of blood.
Bai Bin's eyes were wide open and protruding, as if he were still gazing at that out-of-reach ambition. The unwillingness on his face was frozen upon his ghastly features like a brand sealed by the passage of time. It seemed as though he had a thousand things to say, yet he could only vanish from this world with endless resentment.
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