"You..."
Xiao Jiancheng pressed his hands to his chest as though in a daze in an effort to staunch the flow of blood. To his despair, it continued to seep out between his fingers as he began to tremble more and more violently with anxiety.
Finally, Xiao Jiancheng spat out a word as he glanced at the figure in white who landed soundly beside him, before collapsing with a look of indignation.
Thud!
As he fell, he still bore a look of indignation in his dulled eyes that were staring ferociously ahead.
…
After Xiao Jiancheng collapsed, the only sound in the large courtyard was the sound of the two golden-crowned eagles flapping their wings as they circled in the air.
Zhou Donghuang sat at the stone table, raising his tea that had not yet cooled and taking a sip. Then he looked evenly at the four men from the Chu royal family.
