He wept miserably, a middle-aged man facing death and only begging for the lives of his wife and daughter, already devoid of any dignity.
Yet Xiao Yu ignored him, simply lifting the hem of his robe and gently shaking him off.
Chasing Shadow's blade sliced off the man's head, and the blood-stained head rolled down the stairs, blending into the pile of blood and corpses, becoming less conspicuous and somewhat indifferent.
Xiao Yu gazed upon the scene of slaughter before him, seemingly weary. He massaged his temples, recalling the time when he was trapped in Gorge Skyline Canyon.
He too had wanted to forsake his dignity like the man just now, to negotiate with others, to trade his life for theirs, but unfortunately, heaven did not give him the chance.
The Gu corpses at the foot of the mountain simply couldn't be bargained with.
And he could only watch as Miaoyan and Ningning in his arms grew weaker by the day, each moment more unbearable than the last.
