An ice coffin lay quietly on the rooftop terrace.
Dark clouds filled the sky above Yancheng, and the wild wind howled, causing the clothes of Chen Yi and his companion to flutter noisily. The air lacked yesterday's summer heat and instead carried a slight, chilling sting.
Visibility was poor.
A large amount of blood pooled at the bottom of the ice coffin, soaking Sword Without End's white robes to a crimson hue. His slightly green lips exuded an air of desolation.
"June's weather sure changes quickly."
Tuberculosis Rabbit, with one hand in his pocket and a cigarette in his mouth, looked up at the black clouds overhead and said in a daze, "I actually like this kind of weather, it always gives a really comfortable feeling."
