Standing on the edge of the Wangchuan River cliff, gazing down at the blood-yellow water flowing through the valley floor, Li Wangyi set aside his momentary trace of reflection and nostalgia.
On the journey here, he had already given Little Qianjun a rough account of A Xiao’s story.
Using her Sword Pupils to peer down at the legendary blood-yellow river—a place where the living fear to tread and the dead never return—Little Qianjun asked in a soft, youthful voice, "Eldest Senior Brother, has Uncle A Xiao really fallen?"
Chapter 131