The moon was shaped like a wicked scythe, and under that night sky, red blood flowed freely. In a dense forest that was throbbing with the aftermath of a massacre, even the air felt like it was tainted with sticky blood.
Under the moonlight, a tall slender figure was standing upon the green grass that was soaked with bright red blood, his violet eyes twinkling with euphoria brought about by the slaughter.
"Lord Jue!" Ye Mei had found something from digging through the pile of corpses at the side and he delivered it into the hands of Jun Wu Yao.
Jun Wu Yao threw a cursory glance at it and then said: "Keep it properly."
