Jiang Younian looked in the direction Kong Que was pointing.
Behind the dense swarm of corpses, a figure stood in the corridor, silhouetted against the backlight. The fabric of his clothes fluttered in the air, and the outline defined by the light made him look like a god descended from the heavens.
Jiang Younian’s face lit up with joy, tears welled in his eyes, and the scalpel slipped from his hand, clattering to the floor.
Chapter 56