Sui Yi's head pierced into that Ice Ridge.
Sui Yi gave Han Feigong a deep look and said something that filled everyone present—especially the Ice Gleam students—with shock and dread.
"Thousand Buddha revels in slaughter. In the end, Ice Gleam will kill to stop killing."
The words were eerily calm, airless and cold, echoing for no reason at all beneath the vast, spacious Ice Gleam High Wall.
Kill to stop killing!
So that's why the four severed heads were placed there.
Not too far, not too close.
In a daze, that not-tall-not-short, utterly ordinary young man had already vanished along with that equally ordinary woman.
Han Feigong's fingers slid past her bow to rest on the quiver that had just held that arrow. She narrowed her eyes slightly, jumped down from the ice block, walked to the burning corpses, pinched her fingers together, and slowly drew out the arrow.
