Night soon fell, a frosty moon shining down.  0

The Frost Sword Sect elder, Pang Sanniang, had finished visiting the Blood Blade Sect, intending to ask why Li Yuan had left without notice on that fateful day. The old fox Tie Sha, though unaware that she was a ghost servant, learned enough about what had happened in Flowerpath to throw her off track with a flurry of polite but empty words.0

Pang Sanniang seemed satisfied and departed. Now she rode north out of the township, horse at full gallop. Hoofbeats drummed across the open land, echoing through the night. Moonlight spilled through the clouds in pale shafts, illuminating her vacant gaze.  0

Suddenly, as though sensing something, she snapped her head to the side. There was wind. A fierce wind. A bloody wind.  0

Out of that wind charged a gray figure wielding a long blade. The blade sang with a sharp cry, its eerie light slicing...0