In the main hall of the Flying Pavilion, after everyone else had left, maids tiptoed in, cautious and trembling. They wept as they cleaned up the mess and cleared away the bodies lying on the floor.
When they saw the group of new maids brought into the palace, they knew they were about to lose favor, but they never expected it to happen so soon.
Five of their sisters had died this time. They didn't know how many more would die next.
One of the maids apathetically cleaned up the spilled soup on the floor while chanting silently in her mind:
'Venerable, why has Sima Peng's temperament changed so drastically? Could something be wrong with the Primordial Seed in his Primordial Spirit?'
'This place may have once been home to a True God. Although it was destroyed, its Divine Intent has seeped into the world and lingers to this day. The Primordial Seed was stimulated by this Divine Intent and has begun to sprout prematurely.'
A deep voice echoed in the maid's mind.
