Feng Yun had already left.
From beginning to end, he had not taken a single step down the stairs, nor a single step out of the corner.
As for Feng Wu, the younger brother he had once doted on most, he now did not even want to spare him a glance.
Feng Wu groaned, his face smeared with blood.
He cursed viciously. "Who cares... Why should I... Lord Night Demon, this is all your fault, you bastard! You heartless animal... Your whole family is heartless! Bah..."
Smack! The final slap sent Feng Wu and his wheelchair crashing hard into the wall.
Fang Che turned around disdainfully and walked away.
"Trash!"
Early morning.
The wind rose across the vast sky, wailing and shrieking, as though it were weeping and pouring out its grief—as if some tragic event were about to befall heaven and earth.
A bleak autumn chill silently shrouded the land.
In Divine Capital, countless great trees shed their leaves in batches beneath the knife-like autumn wind. The leaves tumbled through the air and scattered across the ground, spreading a desolate chill.
A gust swept past, and leaves that still looked green and lush fell away with the wind.
Batch after batch, they rolled through the air.
The headquarters' written orders arrived with the morning wind.
Main Trial Hall.
Lord of the Night Demon stood before the throne, dressed in star-patterned robes and a tall crown, his black garments as dark as ink. His hands were clasped behind his back, and his face was cold as frost.
His orders began pouring forth in an unbroken barrage.
Black Wind and Black Mist held thick arrest warrants in their hands. Like snowflakes, they continuously fluttered outward at Lord of the Night Demon's commands.
Every order was a soul-arrest warrant.
"By order!