Ye Qiu stood motionless, like a statue. The ruins around him, under the slanting rays of the setting sun, were tinted gold, lending a sense of solemnity to the desolation.
When Mu Zhige, Lin Wurou, and Li Xiaohu arrived, they were greeted by countless craters in the ground, as though a meteor shower had struck the area.
"There he is!" Li Xiaohu pointed to the figure standing atop the signal tower.
The three hurried closer. When they saw the corpses of the Rosha Sect Leader and Wei Ziqing on the ground, they were momentarily stunned.
Did Ye Qiu kill all of them?
The death of the Rosha Sect Leader was no surprise, but how was Wei Ziqing here, and already lifeless?
"He…" Lin Wurou wanted to question Ye Qiu, but Mu Zhige grabbed her arm and shook his head. "Don't disturb him."
Lin Wurou reluctantly stayed where she was. The death of the Rosha Sect Leader was good news for the Dragon Group—it avenged many comrades who had fallen at the hands of the sect leader.
