The final wisp of paper ash swirled and was swept up into the gloomy sky by the cold late-autumn wind.Lin Feng stamped out the remaining embers and looked up at Qin Lie. The Young Lord stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his gaze piercing through the high walls of the estate toward the direction of the Imperial City. The lingering murderous aura around him condensed into invisible ice ridges, making the skin prickle with pain.
"Young Lord, it is almost time," Lin Feng whispered, a trace of hard-to-detect tension in his voice.
Qin Lie withdrew his gaze, and the cold pool deep within his eyes returned to dead silence.
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