In the cover of night, about a hundred meters from the City Lord's Mansion, there was a courtyard.
This courtyard appeared secluded and quiet, with tall trees standing like enormous umbrellas; in the northwest corner of the courtyard, peonies were blooming, swaying in the night, elegant and dignified, emitting a faint fragrance.
It was well past midnight.
The courtyard was peaceful and tranquil, with a man in a black robe dressed and waiting leisurely.
Within the house lived a wealthy family, thirteen in all, along with twenty servants, but they were all asleep and would never awaken again.
"Interesting, tonight the rivers shall flow red with blood."
The man in the black robe said, his eyes turning blood red with a hint of excitement: "It's time for a feast again."
Swish!
At that moment, a sword appeared in the void, moving at incredible speed, aiming to stab his Dantian.
This sword radiated red light, like a burning phoenix, engulfing its target.
