Under the brilliant starry sky, a three-story pavilion quietly flies surrounded by dense piles of corpses, resembling a sea of bodies, extremely terrifying.
On the third floor of the pavilion, Li Huahun, dressed in blood robes, sits at the table, with fine wine and delicacies prepared.
Su Yie slowly sits down, his gaze scrutinizing Li Huahun.
Li Huahun smiles and says, "Prepared especially for you."
Su Yie says, "With such a strong scent of blood, how can I eat?"
Li Huahun puts down his chopsticks, his sword-like eyebrows furrowing, unable to dispel the murderous aura between his brows.
Su Yie continues, "Does the path to power really have to be antagonistic to all living beings?"
In the past, considering old friendships, he pretended to be blind.
But now, to continue pretending would truly push Li Huahun into the abyss.
Murderous intent, using murder to prove the Dao.
It's not about senseless slaughter to prove the Dao.
