Finally, a soft sigh came from that man. At that moment, she trembled as she thought she had succeeded. But in the very next moment, he continued with a freezing voice, "Proceed with the execution!" With a whoosh, a row of orderly sounds resounded, and following that, a dull impact rang out throughout the crowd. The entire proceeding was so fast that no one had the chance to cry out in pain. Blood spurted out into the sky and tainted the pristine white snow into a deep crimson.
Quiet. It was so quiet. Chu Qiao's blood froze up, as though her entire limbs were completely stuffed with ice. She grasped into the snow, and the snow that she grabbed was as cold as her heart, completely devoid of temperature.
