Zhou Shijie stood dazed, utterly bewildered. It was noon, and the first snow had been falling for several hours, causing the lake surface to gradually frost over.
Screams echoed up and down.
Cao Shuang, Lin Bei, Yuwen Hou... the elders of each clan, though not dead, ended in miserable states. Nearly all were disabled or half-disabled. Ou Yezi tried to partake in the spoils but ended up losing his cherished finger, drastically reducing his forging skills.
"This... this..."
Zhou Shijie gazed blankly down the street. He saw Li Xian supporting the lady as they headed into the distance. Despite the jealousy, he felt a growing admiration in his heart.
"What an incredible woman, with such strategy and depth, and means of action. Her ruthlessness is terrifying, her presence mesmerizing."
For a long time...
