The cold wind rushed into the forest, stirring layers of withered yellow leaves on the ground.
Fine dust and debris were blown up, forming floating substances akin to yellow snow.
Zhang Rongfang gazed through the eyeholes of his mask, watching Zhao Tianming whose face was twisted with emotion.
"Since you did what you did that day, you should have expected this day to come."
He stepped closer, his boots crushing the dry leaves beneath them, only for the fragmented pieces to be swept once more by the wind, blown forward.
"It's you!!" Zhao Tianming shouted suddenly, his voice twisted with fury, pointing at Zhang Rongfang.
"It's all you!! If you hadn't appeared back then, how could I! How could...."
Bang!!
In an instant, a figure rushed in front of him, grabbing his throat with one hand, lifting him high into the air.
Poof.
Another short sword silently stabbed into Zhao Tianming's heart.
The hilt was twisted forcefully.
