Chapter 4 · free to read
He left the town to spare it. A hunter follows a scent, and the scent was leading heaven straight to Fenyang.
Mo Qing did not need footprints. Slain immortal qi has a stink no rain can wash.
The tracker did not care about a merchant or a girl. He cared that they were behind the butcher.
His body knew a dead man's art. The scar on his arm burned, and Yan Shu's cut woke inside him.
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