My word is a testament for heaven and earth to witness.
Chen Yang's eyes narrowed. In that instant, he was like an unsheathed blade. The raging wind reversed its course and the gloomy clouds churned, as if the very heavens and earth had changed color for him. Moments later, the chilling aura lingering over the dome of the sky slowly dissipated.
CRASH.
The porcelain bowl in his hand silently shattered, the fragments carried away by the wind.
*With my blood, I swear!*
Then, amidst the fierce snowstorm, Ning Kun hoisted the Python Sparrow Devouring Dragon battle flag. It soared upward, fluttering against the gale.
***
The snowstorm intensified, blanketing the landscape in white. It should have been a joyful sight, but from the common folk to the noble houses, everyone felt a heaviness in their hearts that matched the icy, bone-chilling weather.
