The bitterly cold Ice Rock Island.
Having left Cloud Sail, Pang Jian stood on the icy rock ground, motionless like a statue.
He stared blankly at the pile of broken stones where the bodies were laid.
Wu Yi and Meng Qiulan, both with their breastbones deeply sunken in, had foul blood in their mouths, apparently having died from severe internal blows.
Zhao Ling's body had many parts sliced open by sharp weapons, and her long, beautiful legs were covered with shockingly deep wounds, as if she had been tortured harshly with blades before her death.
Bai Wei and Bai Zhi, sisters, had purple lips edged with distinctive trails of blood.
They seemed to have died from poisoning.
In Bai Wei's clutched left hand, a small piece of a fish-skin bag peeked through her fingers, clearly a piece of the storage bag Pang Jian had given her.
