Chapter 93

Twenty years ago, the Feng family manor was dyed in blood. Twenty years later, a mist drifted across the Qing River. In this mortal world, untold miseries always seem to strike from where one least expects them. Twenty years ago, on the day of the Feng family wedding—an occasion of great joy—a supreme treasure accidentally stumbled upon by a member of the clan brought total catastrophe upon the entire household. Over a thousand family members, with not a single survivor. How unimaginably tragic. Today, the bride of that year, freshly washed and dressed once more in that blood-stained wedding gown, has returned for vengeance. It was like a scene from an ancient tragedy in a storybook. Yet tonight’s moonlight was as pitch-black and chillingly desolate as it had been twenty years ago.