The farce that took place in the Bai Clan today was destined to remain unknown, but some members of the Bai Clan leaving Guiling City still drew notice.
The surging waves in the dark seemed to grow even more violent; with one careless move, even forces the size of the three great clans within the city could be reduced to ash and smoke!
The one-month deadline arrived as agreed.
October.
The scorching heat of summer had faded somewhat, yet the aftertaste of high temperatures still lingered. The nights of this season were much longer than the days.
Tonight, the full moon hung high in the sky, driving away part of the darkness.
The autumn wind sighed bleakly, stirring the bamboo grove into a chorus, and in the black night there seemed to be a shadowy haze enveloping the entire Guiling City.
Until a great fire drove it all away.
"Disaster, disaster... something terrible has happened."
Guiling City Lord's Mansion.
Wang Yu had changed into a Raven-Cyan Waist-Belted Narrow-Sleeved Robe that made him appear more mature, with a Twilight-Grey Plain Leisure Robe draped over it. Its back hem trailed along the ground, adding a few extra measures of authority and solemnity out of thin air.
His snow-pure silver hair was gathered behind his head with a red tie.
Under the moonlight, the young man held an Ink Flute in his hand. Gray, dim streams of sound seemed to flee in all directions from the flute's hollow openings, sometimes pleasant and moving, sometimes shrill and unbearable.
Immortal music curled into the air; demonic sound pierced the ears.
It was as if it switched back and forth between two extremes, making one flush at times and feel desolate at others, thoughts and emotions rising and falling uneasily, making it extremely easy to lose