About half an hour later, the Lake Heart Pavilion finally fell silent.
The patrolling soldiers of the Nine Gates Garrison were stunned by the horrific scene before them. Whether on the banks or the surface of the lake, corpses were scattered everywhere. The soil was soaked through with fresh blood, and the air was thick with a pungent, metallic stench.
The Ink Guards were already cleaning up the battlefield and tending to the wounded. Jia Lingyun sat on a rock to rest, his clothes stained crimson with blood. He felt he had finally satisfied his craving for slaughter; let anyone dare call him a spineless, useless parasite again.
Chapter 550