Today there was no wind, so the smell of blood lingered in the air, thickened and made almost viscous by the pouring rain.
Standing inside the cage, Yuwen Su watched as the soldiers outside the prisoner cart fell into pools of blood one by one, a wild ecstasy surging in his heart. From the very day the Holy Maiden Mountain collapsed, he knew that the person he had searched for more than ten years had finally appeared.
Yuwen Su had waited the entire journey. As the prisoner cart crossed the borders of South Chu, he even began to suspect that that person had abandoned him.
Chapter 35