Innumerable Princess Chunshuis chuckled softly. Beneath the pitch-black canopy of the sky, they seemed to have become the brightest light source in this world.
The dilapidated ruins, the blood-soaked ground, the distant lanterns that seemed to emit a bizarre glow, and the faint, agitated sounds floating in the air—like string and bamboo music, yet also like someone screaming in agony...
The entire scene was like a grotesque painting, reflected by some invisible force and transmitted back to Wangjiang Peak.
Four screens of light floated atop the peak.
One screen, showing the Hongsheng Martial Arts Hall, was the quietest. The image was frozen on the hall's Martial Arts Arena and had been still for a long time.
The Martial Arts Arena was completely empty, devoid of people, though the ground was covered in an untended mess.
Another screen of light was centered on the former site of Yao Fang Courtyard, radiating out to show a rough view of the area within a three-li radius.
