In unison, they dropped to one knee and cupped their hands.
The long sabers that had long tasted countless mouthfuls of blood were unsheathed at this moment, flashing with a murderous aura.
The old and young men were overflowing with cold air, but Young Master Xia was still smiling.
To Young Master Xia, these hundreds of lives seemed insignificant. It was just a lift of his finger, like the red plum that he had casually broken.
Since they were weak, they were destined to be ravaged.
Since they were lowly, they were destined to be trampled on.
This was life.
"Caw…"
In the distance, the sound of crows seemed to return. The old man who was kneeling on one knee was about to get up when he heard a high female voice outside the window. "Young Master Xia, my lady asked me to deliver a message!"
In the snow, even if the girl tried her best to shout, her voice was still blown away by the cold wind.
