A few days later.
Five Poisons Cult, Five Saints Hall, Sect Hierarch's sleeping quarters, in complete disarray.
Exquisite and luxurious furniture toppled over, the teacups on the table spilled to the ground, tea pooling into small puddles, reflecting a shimmering hazy glow.
The central position's purple sandalwood table and chairs cracked, one table leg slightly bent, as if having endured some fierce collision and attack.
The purple jade bed, where the Five Poisons Cult Leader usually rests, now lay in disorder, full of wrinkles like a crumpled scroll.
The cloud-like orderly curtains seemed to be swept by a wild storm, loosely hanging, with a few strands of sheer fabric weakly draped over the bed's edge.
The draped canopy, usually languid and low, was torn into strips, mingled with the elegant and refined purple-red skirt dropping to the ground, emitting a lingering fragrance.
