At this very moment, the wind blows a gap through the storm clouds overhead. The moonlight beams down from the sky and falls onto the path outside the inn. At the crossroads two hundred meters away from the inn is where Kins and Liuna’s corpses currently lie. The pale moonlight covers their corpses with a thin layer of frost.
Just fifteen minutes ago, Lijier was the only one left in the lobby of the inn. Now, the place is suddenly bustling again, taking into account Lijier and Qi Ling, there is now a total of ten people.