An hour later, there was no longer a trace of life qi in all of Cloudheaven Prefecture.
The pale youth reached out his hand, and the small blood-colored flower fell into his palm. The flower was now so vivid that it looked as if it could drip blood at any moment.
He looked toward a certain place, revealing a smile that was both playful and mocking. Then, he took a step forward, and in the blink of an eye, his figure completely vanished.
Another hour later.
Whoosh!
A figure suddenly rushed over at high speed.
His speed had reached an extreme. With every flash, he crossed dozens of li, and in an instant, he arrived at the imperial palace of the Cloudheaven Ancient Kingdom from an extremely distant place.
To be precise, he arrived at the ruins of the imperial palace.
This figure was none other than a middle-aged man wearing green robes, with an elegant aura and a long sword on his back. However, the moment he saw the tragic scene before him, his face became extremely unsightly.
