The night was cool as water. Nangong Xiaoyan narrowed his eyes and looked toward the distant horizon, where faint gleams of light, like stars, seemed to be rising from the sea.
Stars were born from the sea. Nangong Xiaoyan's cultivation was nearly on par with Nan Liyue's, and both his Spiritual Sense and eyesight were astonishing, yet he still could not make out what those starlike radiances were. He could only be certain that they were not magical treasures produced by people flying with artifact control. But the more something could not be seen clearly or understood, the more it filled one with panic.
"Why hasn't anyone from the Patrol Division moved out yet?" Nangong Xiaoyan could not help asking Ming Shiqi beside him. Under normal circumstances, the Patrol Division should already have gone to investigate, yet not a single Patrol Division disciple seemed to have set out.
"Kunlun has not encountered such upheaval in a very long time. So although we have become unprecedentedly powerful, many places have in fact already rotted away." Ming Shiqi answered Nangong Xiaoyan in an icy tone. "Under an assassination on this scale, we were the first to lose our footing and surrender the initiative. Moreover, many among them were once our own people and know the Patrol Division's methods extremely well. Even if the entire Patrol Division moved out now, I fear fewer than ten would return."
In Kunlun's night wind, the chill in Ming Shiqi's voice and his words made Nangong Xiaoyan suddenly shudder... Once our own people... Nangong Xiaoyan had previously belonged to the Azure Division, so he naturally could see how many people the Azure Division had lost. Where those people had gone was no longer difficult to imagine. What Nangong Xiaoyan found hard to imagine was their sheer number.