This night was doomed to be a sleepless night of bloodshed. In the profound forests of Mo Zhu Mountain, flashes of sword light were everywhere, blades clashing in the cold, and bouts of fighting erupted occasionally in the darkness, followed by heavy silence. It was uncertain how much time had elapsed before the golden sword rainbow of the sun finally faded in the sky, casting cold and merciless streaks of light through the forest like opening curtains, illuminating the scattered corpses and bones hanging amongst the green mountains and dark bamboo.
With a flicker of his sword light, Li Fan descended into the bamboo forest and stood silently on a leaf tip. Then, he raised his hand and released a Brightness Talisman, lighting up the young severed heads sprawled and scattered among the bamboos.
Yes, these were the disciples of Mo Zhu Mountain who had ventured out tonight only to be harmed by others.
