"I have said it before, bringing in dark objects to harm the Mortal World, even if you are my son, I will not forgive you easily!" Baili Yu's gaze was cold and ruthless, filled with deep disappointment.
I didn't!
Baili An couldn't utter a single word.
The thorns tore through his clothes, pierced his skin, and soon the blood pooled into a small stream beneath him, staining the melting snow red.
Baili An's eyes were red with grievance, his cheeks covered in blood, and he bit tightly onto the sharp thorns.
The soft tongue in his mouth was pierced through, and destructive thunderfire burned from his mouth to his lungs, the scorching and poisonous heat gave him a sensation as if his insides were being burnt!
Li Xuan suddenly felt a sense of relief akin to surviving a disaster, but more so... he secretly observed this millennia-old Immortal, the Sect Master of the Sword Sect, with a peculiar gaze.
