The young man’s gaze fell on the corpse’s snow-white longsword. Li Ximing’s brows twitched violently, furrowing downward while his brow rose upward. He craned his neck back, his face blank with confusion.0

He stood frozen, clutching the black jade box, then slowly bent down to grab the corpse’s collar and turned it over, studying the face. The man’s face was charred black almost to the bone, yet the remaining details of his cheeks and frame matched. 0

In his heart, Li Ximing thought, This must be Xijun.0

He picked him up and noticed two slashes on Li Xijun’s neck. Clearly, he had been decapitated more than once. 0

Squinting, he heard the fire sparrow chirping rapidly, "...so he killed Guo Hongyao and Guo Hongkang to...0