As he landed, Shi Feiyang's knees bent slightly, utilizing the momentum to dissipate the impact; his movements were graceful and fluid, then gently he set Xue Qiuchun down.
When Xue Hong Mountain landed, his legs gave way, and his knees thudded heavily against the frozen ground beside the severed limb of a child, emitting a dull sound.
His aged hands trembled violently as he stroked over countless mutilated corpses, and turbid tears fell in large drops onto the child's tightly shut eyelashes, with his shoulders constantly twitching. Suppressed sobs filled his throat: "I caused this... it was me!"
Xue Tielong's face was full of sorrow; veins bulging on his clenched fists, he raised them high and then hammered them into the frozen ground. The blood from his split knuckles splattered, mixing with the dirt and glowing with an eerie blue under the moonlight. Then, powerless, he collapsed, sitting on the ground, clutching his head, his body curling into a ball.
