A slender, jade-like hand extended, its palm open to let snowflakes fall into its center. The person within never showed their face.
The vast wilderness was deathly silent. A thousand mountains, devoid of birds; only snowflakes fell, as sharp as knives. Many swallowed hard, their eyes vigilant and their bodies tense with alertness.
The elites of the two great royal families had all gathered here. Yet, before they could even set foot on the banks of the Qingyuan River, they were blocked in this wilderness. A Human Saint steward had just been slain before their very eyes.
A three-inch dagger had slashed diagonally, cleaving both man and horse in two. The bloodstains grew cold, quickly covered by a layer of white snow. What was most shocking about the scene was the attacker's casual demeanor. It was so breathtakingly audacious that even the two Sovereigns felt their hearts tremble with fear.
