Nightfall shrouded the mountains, and Jinji Ridge was blanketed with pristine white snow; a splendidly red and radiant Fire Spring bubbled and gushed forth.
The elderly man had silver hair like snow, a pale face without a beard, initially resembling a scholar without the bloodthirsty evil Qi of a fierce bandit. Yet, when he glared with his eyes wide open, his aura transformed completely.
A layer of Heavenly Light appeared on his body, tinged with a light hue of blood. This was the evil Qi from the blood of countless killings, which even a lifetime of cultivating Heavenly Light Force could not purify.
Under the darkness of night, by the Fire Spring, Qin Ming dressed in blue, looked refined and ethereal, resembling an outsider from head to toe with a clear aura all around him.
The snow beneath the elderly man exploded with a bang; transforming into a soaring hawk, he crossed ten meters in a single stride and swooped down in an instant.
