Liou Yuan's ethereal voice floated over the desolate wilderness as he spoke to Liou Tao's corpse.
The voices were clearly heard by three figures in the distance.
Among them was, of course, the golden-clad youth who had followed all the way.
He looked on as Liou Tao's head was severed by Liou Yuan, and only then did a satisfied expression appear on his face.
After hearing Liou Yuan's words, he smirked to himself and said, "Understanding is one thing, but to actually dare to kill Liou Tao, you're quite ruthless."
The other two were two women who had come together, standing far away from the golden-clad youth, their figures hidden behind a reddish-brown boulder.
One was clad in a blood-stained robe, with features as if painted, lips like flames, bearing a naturally cold demeanor.
The other was a head taller than the blood-clad woman, statuesque and heroic, with a masculine charisma.
The two shared their beauty each in their own way.
