Huff—huff—
The rapid breathing was particularly clear on the ice plains. Zhuang Zimo jerked up, his hand trembling as it touched his neck. Cold sweat covered his forehead, and his heart pounded relentlessly.
As a Tier Seven powerhouse of the Zhuang Family, he never imagined that one day he would be decapitated.
The intense cold pain of his head being severed from his body, even now that his injuries had healed, remained carved deep in his soul. Just recalling it made his whole body shiver, and his soul trembled uncontrollably.
"Thank you, Elder Cheng."
Zhuang Zimo steadied his mind, bowing deeply to Dongfang Cheng. Then, he cupped his hands in greeting towards Terreda opposite him, not saying another word, and turned back in silence, step by step, to return to the Zhuang Family camp.
As he returned to the ranks, Zhuang Xian stepped forward, lightly patting him on the shoulder without a word of reproach.
