The head hit the ground with a resounding 'thud' and rolled several times before finally coming to a halt. Along with it, the lifeless body of Lord Six crumpled to the ground. As he fell, a circular pendant with a white tassel slipped out of his robe and clattered to the ground.
On the jade pendant there was a distinctive engraving of the letter 'HE' etched onto it.
Yan Xing exhaled a heavy sigh of relief, his trembling body collapsing onto his knees. His fingers were wrapped tightly around the hilt of his sword, using it as a crutch to prevent himself from tumbling to the ground entirely.
Zhao Ling's eyes snapped open, and she swiftly sprang to her feet, darting to Yan Xing's side to grasp his shoulder in a supportive hold.
Zhao Ling could feel Yan Xing's body trembling beneath her touch.
