at White Tiger Mountain; the vine was thin, soft, and hollow. Could this be a blood sacrificeZhiliin drew in her breath as she watched the silver-masked man take Jade Maiden's hand, gently lifting up...our servant complies with the order."He took the woman from Feng Changqing’s hands, turned around in the wind and snow, and walked slowly down the altar steps while blue and white garments fluttered i...