In the courtyard, the snow had stopped falling at some unknown point.
In the deep-set eyes of Shang Jianfei, there was a hint of sadness. "Why didn't... you tell me, Junior Brother Huo... was in the city?"
Standing in front of him was a woman in red, wearing a spotless white cloak. She was exceedingly beautiful. At first glance, she seemed to be a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Upon another look, she appeared to be in her early twenties, giving off a dangerous and mysterious aura.
There was worry in her eyes. "I only found out this year myself. I didn't have time to tell you before he died..."
Shang Jianfei said softly, "He... didn't know... anything..."
He was silent for a moment, seemingly recalling past events.
"How did he... die?"
"He was killed by a disciple named Sun Shicai. However, someone has already avenged him; it was another of his disciples. You've met him before, he was the one who came along with that Zhou Family boy."
Shang Jianfei fell silent again.
