Magic Altar.
This is the core of the storm, yet it is calmer than any place in Nocturnal Heaven City, even the wind and rain have become gentle.
After passing through the Glazed Barrier, Ying Rushi could no longer hear the noises outside; the sounds of hooves, footsteps, and clashing armor all seemed distant, as if this place was an otherworldly paradise in the Imperial Palace. Her previously tumultuous emotions gradually calmed down, and even her steps instinctively followed her upbringing—unhurried, composed, and elegant.
A woman in red stood atop the Magic Altar, and at her feet were several corpses dressed in constable uniforms. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around, her delicate face—soft as a feather's touch—splattered with spots of blood, adding a peculiar sense of beauty.
