Jiang Li sat dazed as the person released her. When she finally saw clearly who it was, she saw that both hands had been neatly chopped off at the wrists.
Jiang Li couldn't see how his hands had been chopped off, but she noticed a speck of blood on Jih Heng's fan. He took out a snow-white silk handkerchief from his sleeve, his face showing disgust as he wiped the blood from his fan before casually discarding it.
The silk handkerchief fluttered down onto the person below, who, with bare stumps for hands, was wailing miserably and rolling around as if in extreme pain, his screams heart-wrenching. Zhao Ke walked over and ran his sword through the man's throat, ending his life.
Only then did Jiang Li see clearly that the other four had already fallen to the ground, all with fatal wounds to their throats, likely the work of Zhao Ke and Wen Ji. The one in front of her must have been personally dealt with by Jih Heng, who had used his fan to chop off the man's hands.
