"Thirteen, what's wrong with you? I'm calling you!"
As if sensing Yang Qingyun's indifference, Yang Yaoan frowned slightly as he spoke, faint anger flickering in his voice.
Yang Qingyun still did not answer.
His gaze swept across his surroundings. Then he raised his head, golden light flowing through his pupils, and saw the true world hidden beneath the clear blue sky.
"It's actually covered the entire county city!"
"Why didn't I notice it? Hmm, so this gray fog avoided me? Is it the effect of the Yang Fire? That makes sense. Since the Yang Fire can see through its disguise and restrain that power, it's only natural."
"So that's how it is. While I was meditating on the Great Sun Yang Fire Art in seclusion, the residual might of the Yang Fire I radiated dispersed that strange gray fog—or rather, the gray fog couldn't approach me, so I naturally failed to notice its spread."
"But the entire county city has fallen? Looks like the imperial court's people failed too."
Thoughts flashed through Yang Qingyun's mind.
Back then, shortly after awakening the Yang Fire and returning from the mountains outside Nanchuan County City, he had heard the servants in the residence discussing how people sent by those above had come to deal with the matter of that strange smiling face.
But judging from Nanchuan County City's current state, they had clearly failed.
Yang Qingyun could not help letting out a long sigh.
"Hey, Thirteen, what kind of attitude is that?"
Yang Yaoan spoke from the side,
annoyance coloring his voice.
Yang Qingyun looked at him again.
At this moment, Yang Yaoan's
face was as pale as paper,
the corners of his mouth turned sharply upward, and his eyes had curved into two crescent moons.
His hollow gaze was fixed on Yang