Shen Luo fell silent and with a flick of his finger, the long incense in the burner was neatly severed. The tips ignited into a sanguine blaze, and wispy smoke curled into the sky.
He stepped out of the great hall and headed toward the backyard. No sooner had he passed through the arched gate than he froze in place.
In the white stone Square not far ahead of him, a corpse pile had been meticulously constructed to half a man's height, each bloodied head stacked upon it, sending chills down one's spine at a glance.
"Fox King..."
At the top of the pile, Shen Luo noticed a head, unmistakably that of the Ten Thousand Years Fox King.
His eyes were still open, and although life had vanished from his pupils, the aura of resentment lingered undispersed.
"Elder Fox King... who is it that you harbor such resentment against?" Shen Luo sighed inwardly.
His gaze shifted toward the back of the pile, where an ancient tree over thirty feet tall stood, its body dead and utterly lifeless.
