Jiang Qihu walked alone in the ruins of Qingyang City.
The sky was overcast, the wind sobbing, and the city walls of Qingyang were split in two, with fresh blood seeping out from the rock ruins.
"Young Master!"
"Mr. Jiang!"
Sword Qi dashed by, landing beside Jiang Qihu.
The Jiang Family disciples saw this towering figure, who was supposed to be guarding the Imperial City, from afar.
"..."
Jiang Qihu did not respond, only continued walking silently. At this moment, the wind sweeping through the desolate ruins of Qingyang City was mixed with cries and shouts.
Suddenly, Jiang Qihu stopped and drew the long sword from his waist.
Ka!
With force, he thrust the scabbard into a large stone a few meters wide, exerting strength from his wrist.
The boulder was pried open.
In the crevice lay a woman's corpse, she was already dead... yet her back was hunched, seemingly cradling something.
After prying open the stone.
A sharp and tragic infant cry came from the crevice.
