The doors stood wide open, and clear, cold moonlight shone over the terrace, making its atmosphere completely different from that inside the building.
Master William sat in an exquisitely crafted rocking chair, silently gazing at the enormous moon in the sky without saying a word.
The moon's size was clearly absurd. Aoko Aozaki stared at it for a while and realized that, rather than a celestial body, it was more like the projection of something descending from the Astral Realm. Its essence was closer to—three sharp whistles split the air as the three arrows in Bamo's hand turned into streaks of light and vanished before him.
Ning Tianlin could never understand why some people loved talking nonsense. If you wanted to fight, then fight. If not, get lost. Why stand around spouting pointless drivel? It was not like your words could make him lose a hair.
Terauchi Juichi had initially thought he was merely invoking the Emperor to throw a tantrum and vent his anger, so he had not believed him. But now, this guy was kneeling before him, speaking with sincerity and tears streaming down his face. He could not help but believe him.
At that moment, Irene sat curled up with her back turned in a sheltered mountain cave, her head buried between her knees. Her entire body trembled, and she occasionally let out soft sobs. Clearly, she had yet to recover from the blow of death.
"Why did this happen? Why?" Dairo, the Japanese soldier, spat blood as he kept muttering the same question. He truly could not understand how a grenade from such a great distance could blow it into this state. That was something only artillery shells should have been capable of doing, wasn't it?
After cultivating for countless years and sleeping for countless more,