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His father stood stiffly in front of him.

Bai Rong looked at his father in horror, the most resilient patriarch of the Bai clan standing in the cold wind, leaning on his long sword.

Countless cold arrows pierced his father's chest and back, tearing through his broad chest, blood raining down. Even in his dying moments, he stood there, his body as strong as steel, his deathly gray eyes still fixed on his son, filled with sorrow and grief…

There is a tear...

A single, scalding tear spilled from the father's cold, hard eye, rolling down his blood-stained face... and seeping into the crimson soil beneath his cheek...

His father died from being pierced by a thousand arrows because of a single sentence he uttered!

Bai Rong's vision shook violently.

He lay there, gazing up at his father's dead face, his body so numb that it no longer felt like his own.

One indifferent voice after another reached my ears.

"Boss, we've found the Heart-Connecting Gu. It's in the Bai family's ancestral hall."

"Kill everyone in the Bai clan!" one of the Four Blood Shadows shouted coldly.

That was the last sound that twelve-year-old Bai Rong heard that night.

Thick blood, cruel cries, people falling...

He lay there trembling, biting his lips until they bled, tears streaming down his face, blurring his vision. Someone fell on top of him; the Bai clansman, in his final moments, covered him with his own body.

He was covered by the corpses of the Bai clan members.

Even though these members of the Bai clan regarded him as a disgrace to their clan, they would protect him even at the cost of their lives!

Just because he is the son of the Bai clan chief!

Until the killing stopped.

The stars and moon were dim, and Bai Rong, buried among the corpses, heard the cruel voice of the Four Fiends of Blood Shadow, "Take the rest of them to the Heavenly Snow Gate and hand them over to Sect Master Ye Zheng for disposal!"

"yes!"

Hiding inside the corpse, he heard these words clearly, and tears blurred his vision.

Tianshan Snow Gate!

The real mastermind behind it all was the Tianshan Snow Gate!

Late at night.

He crawled out from the corpses, covered in the blood of his people, and after kowtowing three times to the pile of their bodies, he staggered into the endless night.

He knew that the bodies of the Bai clan members had been thrown onto the snow cliffs of Tianshan Mountain, including his father, who had been pierced by ten thousand arrows because of a single sentence he had uttered.

Many years later.

Bai Rong keeps having the same dream: he turns back into the twelve-year-old boy, always trying to pull out the long arrows from his father's body, but he can never remove them all...

He would cry like a child, but no matter how many tears he shed, he could never forget that night, that single tear that rolled down his father's cheek...

His father looked at him and tears streamed down his face...

That single, scalding tear remained forever in the deepest, most painful, and desperate place in his heart... haunting him for the rest of his life...

Life and death... never drying up...

[Rain, Jiangnan, Lotus Wine Cup Completed]

In the dungeon.

Lotus stood there blankly, holding the Azure Sword, blood dripping incessantly from it. She knelt down, trembling, and kowtowed deeply to the headless corpse nailed to the stone wall.

She promised him that she would take his head to the Snow Cliff to apologize to the souls of the Bai clan!

She stood up, cradling Zhan Yu's head in her arms, turned around with tears streaming down her face, and walked out of the dungeon.

Behind them, the sound of vultures smashing through wooden windows filled the air. Countless vultures flew into the dungeon, bringing with them gusts of cold wind. The vultures eagerly devoured the headless corpse nailed to the stone wall. In the deathly silence, there were terrifying sounds of bones being chewed.

Lotus stood in front of the prison gate.

She gripped the Azure Sword tightly, her magnificent wedding dress trailing softly to the ground, its crimson color like a burning fire in the desert.

I stared at the tightly closed door.

She lowered her head and gently kissed Zhan Yu's blood-stained cheek in her arms. Tears of pain and despair dripped from her eyes and fell onto the face of the man who had been dead for a long time.

She smiled faintly through her tears, "Brother, let's go home."

That day.

The disciples of the Tianshan Snow Sect will never forget the thrilling scene that took place in the dungeon.

boom!

A deafening roar, like dynamite bursting through a hole, blasted open the seemingly indestructible dungeon door from the inside out by a powerful internal force. Instantly, a cloud of sand and gravel flew out of the dungeon, and dust filled the air.