As the other side receded into the blizzard, their silhouettes paling and then completely fading.
The members of the Profound Music Palace who were left to the side suddenly were left in an awkward position as they failed to join either side and now that one left were left along with the one they knew expected their support they never gave.
Wu Long, meanwhile threw the man he held on the ground before him, a spear appearing in his hand.
"You've served your purpose, so I guess I will go easy on you. I wanted to return to you the gift you so generously provided, but that Guandao Spear sadly perished in the Supreme Master Pavilion, bear with this one"
Wu Long chuckled as Guo Dinshan's eyes revealed fear and unwillingness. His decisions during a certain banquet that long became a distant memory surfacing and flashing before his eyes as a spear blade with a tiny crack in it swiftly drew a graceful arc, and there were no thoughts anymore.
