She drifted lightly into the cabin.
Her toes slowly touched down before several pools of blood. The cabin stood empty, with only a few corpses sprawled across the floor. A hole had been smashed through the ceiling, and light streamed through it into the pitch-black cabin, dust drifting in the beam.
She wrinkled her delicate nose, committing every trace of scent to memory.
She closed her eyes.
Then opened them again...
Her left eye watched the recent past, tracing back mirrored images.
The scene before her flickered unstably, shaking violently several times. All objects and people flowed backward. She raised a small hand and pressed against the image, sliding it left and right to fast-forward or rewind. After several adjustments, she saw the wooden ship that had just crashed down, the immortal general and several heavenly soldiers badly wounded and surrounded.
Bai Yujun turned around and watched a group of figures enter through the break, their faces hidden behind masks.
They could not see Bai Yujun from the future. The two moments in time overlapped, and she was now like an outsider watching images of the past replay.
A silent film or pantomime—she could not hear the slightest sound.
The Mysterious Persons interrogated the immortal general and heavenly soldiers one by one. It seemed they failed to obtain the information they wanted. Without hesitation, the prisoners were forced to kneel on the ground.
Behind them, a masked Mysterious Person raised a weapon. Cold light flashed...
The splattered Divine Blood matched the bloodstains on the ground, and the bodies pitching forward overlapped with reality. The murderers began moving the supplies from the cabin.
Snap~
With a snap of her fingers, the mirrored image froze.
Whether they were moving supplies or acting as wanton murderers, all of them stood still. Bai Yujun