Zhong He regained his vision, but the sight before him froze his blood. The shadow covering his face retracted, revealing what lay beneath. His expression crumpled in pain and disbelief, rejecting the reality before him.0

Ten seconds earlier, when Rules of Jianghu's binding power had failed, he'd panicked in his blindness. He'd conjured two shadow daggers—one piercing Nomad's abdomen, the other finding its mark on the right side of his chest.0

Nomad had screamed then, grabbing Zhong He's hands. His curses had died quickly, too quickly.0

The corpse stared up with unseeing eyes, bloody foam staining...0