Seven more days passed since Mu Chen slew Tian Helong and the three brothers of the Zhou Family. Throughout this time, an oppressive atmosphere settled over the entire Imperial Capital of the Xuanling Empire. Even the once-bustling streets now seemed desolate and quiet, almost entirely deserted.
Hovering in the air, Xuan Yin gazed down at the once-bustling market streets and gave a wry smile. "It's suddenly so much less lively. It's a bit hard to get used to. By the way, Elder Wu, how is the evacuation from the other towns proceeding?"
