The falling snow filled the sky, a scene of utter desolation. The blowing snow and falling tears all turned to dust...
Those clichés, after all, vanished like clay oxen sinking into the sea, coming to nothing.
Muyin's gaze narrowed slightly, falling upon the jade pendant that gleamed with a warm luster. Carved with intricate cloud patterns and embedded with a dark red blood jade at its center, it was precisely the token of authority passed down through generations of leaders in the Seven Kills Organization. The hand holding her sword tightened involuntarily as countless questions surged in her heart.
Chapter 129