Chu Xun never had the same scruples that hindered Yan Wushuang. Being usually high-handed, cold, and insensitive to spilling blood, hardly anything stood in his way.

No matter what Tower it was—Bloody Moon, Stars, Sun, or Earth, it hardly mattered to Chu Xun. Not when they angered him.

Kneel they say? In all his life, Chu Xun had never bent his knees to anyone except to his own parents.

"You lot of the Bloody Moon Tower..." he hissed, the air reeking ...