That day, the sunset was beautiful, and the burning clouds dyed half the sky red like a raging flame. Yile Building was razed to the ground in the fire. The fire illuminated the setting sun, and the blood dyed the earth red. The helpless people shouted and played lamentations for this beautiful scenery. Xiao Feng looked at the sword piercing his chest and slowly raised his head to look at the person in front of him. The man was dressed in white, with only some blood on the sword. He was still so calm, looking at him with strange eyes, and told him coldly, "You and I are impossible. I knew you were Xueyuan's son from the beginning. Now you have no use value, and there is no use keeping you."