The wine splashed with a rhythmic sound, flowing slowly onto the snowy ground. The white snow melted for an instant where the liquid touched, only for the wine to rapidly freeze into a thin layer of ice.
"It is Xiaonian today; a day for offerings," Zhao Wujiang said with a gentle smile. He retracted his hand, having finished pouring the wine, and stoppered the flask.
The five sword slaves of the Sword Tomb ceased their bickering, their eyes fixed intently on Zhao Wujiang. The implication of his words and his actions was as clear as if he were declaring that the five of them would meet their end this very day.
Chapter 108