At the same time, just as Leaman evaporated into a mist of blood, two men of Huaxia descent stood atop a skyscraper nearly a kilometer from the castle. One after the other, they walked to the edge of the rooftop railing, their gazes sweeping directly toward their destination.
When they saw that only Qin Fan remained standing on the blood-splattered snow, the handsome youth clad in pure white couldn't help but shake his head, sighing with regret, "What a pity, we're still a step too late! We didn't get to witness how he initiated the harvest!"
"Master, does that matter? The great battle between him, the Wolf King, and Earl Geman hasn't even started, has it?" a stern-faced man standing behind the youth asked, his brow slightly furrowed.
Li Tiandao shook his head, not wishing to explain further. "You don't understand, Xiao Er," he said airily.
