C149 The Path of Blood

As dusk fell, the sun bled across the sky. Lee Yifan walked alone on a secluded path in the outskirts, his shadow stretching long and slender behind him. The silence was profound, devoid of even the chirping of birds or the buzzing of insects.

While deep in thought, unraveling the essence of the Dripping Water Sword Intent, Yifan halted. The stillness was unsettling, unnaturally so