Chapter 8 (18/18)
The Council Hall stood empty, the blood-soaked night cold and silent. A horrifically mutilated corpse hung from the ceiling, casting a dark and terrifying shadow on the floor below. Drip by drip, blood fell from the body, pooling into a crimson puddle on the ground.
The corpse suspended high above was none other than Elder Yue's.
On the high wall of the Council Hall, the killer had left a poem written in blood, bold and crimson—
The Blade Master falls, the Elder dies,
The dead are silent, the killer Nameless,
The highest good is like water, the greatest blade is Wufeng.
OpenNovel