Under the starry sky, enormous bonfires towered like mountains.
Song Ciwan looked over and saw that in the very center of the nine massive bonfires, there was a nine-tiered pagoda tray that seemed to be made of white jade.
Atop the tray, a gallows shaped like a doorframe stood tall.
On the front and back of the gallows, two people were bound back-to-back—a man and a woman.
The man's white clothes were stained with blood, and a Spirit Sword that looked like it was made of ice crystals was plunged squarely into his chest.
His eyes were slightly closed and his face was deathly pale. He seemed to have lost consciousness, yet an indescribably sharp Sword Intent coiled around his body.
Even from such a distance, Song Ciwan, standing in the outer shadows, had only let her gaze sweep over him for a moment. But in that single glance, she felt as if a sharp sword was bearing down on her, the piercing pain assailing her very bones and flesh.
'So strong!'
Song Ciwan was secretly alarmed.
