The waning moon hung in the sky, its dim moonlight casting upon the snow, reflecting an invisible chill. Threads of killing intent mingled with the cold air, making the night wind even icier.
Zong Zheng gazed down from above, his expression gradually changing.
Jiang Li seemed to have anticipated the arrival of a fourth-rank, showing no shock at Zong Zheng's appearance.
He clearly could have continued forward, even possibly sneaking back to the Dinghu Sect, yet he chose to stop and confront his pursuers head-on.
Clues intertwined, an answer began to emerge in Zong Zheng's mind.
"Do you want to kill me?"
Zong Zheng, realizing this, surprisingly showed little anger, only feeling a sense of extreme absurdity.
Zong Zheng indeed came with the determination to risk his life in the pursuit, but his risking of life was to avenge Jiang Li's death. After killing Jiang Li, heaven's punishment would come, making Zong Zheng pay with his life for the betrayal.
