The city slaughter had persisted for an entire month. Throughout this month, Jiangshui City was filled with despairing howls. A layer of black clouds, tens of thousands of kilometers wide and condensed entirely from Resentment, even formed in the skies above.
The orderly streets were covered in thick blood, and occasionally, pale, lifeless bodies could be seen.
Qingming Ye, clad in white, wore a wicked smile. "The women of the Jiang Family are truly splendid, truly worthy of being the Snow Concubine's kin! GURGLE, GURGLE, GURGLE. Does this count as a different way of tasting the Snow Concubine's flavor?"
Chen Dao, tall as an iron tower, stood silently behind Qingming Ye. The latter's bizarre laughter didn't cause the slightest change in Chen Dao's expression. "Your Highness," Chen Dao reported, "according to our information, several members of the Jiang Family have escaped."
SLAP!
