Shen Yanliu shook the brain matter off Iron Hand and walked out of the pavilion.
On the stone table behind him, Wei Yutian was already headless, handless, and footless, completely reduced to a piece of rotten flesh. But above that rotten flesh, many blood threads chaotically danced in the pavilion under the night, eerie and terrifying...
Wei Yutian's life was besieged by desire. Despite all his lifelong struggles, he never escaped this predicament. At the last moment of his life, he still sank in the whirlpool of desire... devoured by his own obsession with lust...
Everyone has their own flaws.
Wei Yutian's desire consumed him, Luan Jingfu's blood courage was reckless, Xu Shouxian was indulgent and greedy, Xu Fuxian was stubbornly harsh—each had their flaws, each met their fate.
A person's flaw often signifies some kind of inescapable destiny.
