C31 The Meaning of It

Mao Dahu, the stronghold chief, made small talk for a few moments before his gaze settled on the bloody package quivering atop the table. Despite a night having passed, the coolness of the deep mountain air had prevented any stench from arising. Mao Dahu carefully unwrapped the package with a slow hand.

As the grimacing face was exposed, the underlings standing by let out a collective