The pair of eyes that were once clear and bright, even somewhat captivating, were now soaked in blood, making even the eyeballs appear blood-red. This gaze carried no emotion, not even warmth, but exuded a thick scent of blood that sent chills down one's spine.
Wang Shaoji's throat choked, and for a moment, he couldn't speak.
He was like this, and the rest of the crowd was completely silent at this moment.
At the entrance of the Bright Hall, hundreds of members of the Imperial Guard were nothing but silent background scenery. They surrounded this blood-soaked woman, watching wide-eyed as she walked step by step down the stairs, leaving a trail of bloody footprints. The Imperial Guard below watched as she descended, yet they dared not step forward to stop her, all retreating silently.
In this way, everyone surrounded her, forming a strange, moving circle of people walking with her.
However, someone finally snapped out of it.
