Not long after.
From within the purple mist on the stage, terrifying, endless wails and solemn thunderous sounds echoed.
Everyone... was silent.
Including the old Imperial Censor Cheng from before, who was breathing with difficulty, almost suffocating.
Because they knew what was happening within the purple mist.
A girl was executing someone by slow slicing...
The air grew eerily silent.
...
A hundred miles from the Bamboo Forest Courtyard, by the turbulent riverbank.
Lingfei and Yourong, one standing, one crouching.
Both women wore serious and solemn expressions, examining the bloodstains left by Zhao Rong on the ground.
They took a deep breath, then their gaze shifted to the river beside them...
The continent had no Sin Thinking Cliff, nor any magical eagles diving from the sky to snatch human flesh.
However.
It had lightning and swordsmanship.
