Zhong Yun's Dragon-Slaying Sword hung limply in his hand as the corpse of the mysterious organization leader collapsed before him, as if all his strength had been drained away in a single instant.
Revenge—the goal that had sustained his conviction for years—was finally achieved. Yet, instead of the imagined joy, his heart held only an endless sense of desolation.
"Brother Yun..." Shen Yao gently took his hand, offering silent comfort. She understood that the taste of bearing a blood feud could never be easily wiped away by the simple words "revenge has been served."
Chapter 81