Su Ye took a step forward and saw Su Qing standing there at the foot of the mountain. His eyes were crimson. His red robes were long gone, leaving him in just an under-robe, but the once-pure white garment was now soaked in blood. A deep purple Lycoris radiata covered more than half his face, lending him a demonic, bloodthirsty air.
Though still breathtakingly handsome, he no longer inspired a sense of awe. Instead, a suffocating, oppressive feeling assailed her.
A black iron chain was fastened to one of his arms, shackling him to the spot and preventing him from leaving.
Part of his chest was exposed, revealing sinister, cold black lines spreading out from its center.
His fingernails had turned black and were exceptionally hard.
His wrists were shrouded in blackness.
The first thing Su Ye noticed was the silence.
The great mountain was so quiet it seemed devoid of all life.
