The Northern Extreme Sun. Golden sunlight spilled over the barren mountains and the wooden house at their foot. The white-robed figure beneath the eaves pressed a hand to his chest and laughed silently.
How interesting.
In the fields, a little girl crouched on a Field Ridge, both hands wrapped around her sword. She looked up in surprise at the man who had fallen into the muddy paddy and called out in her childish voice, "Daddy!"
The man sat up in the muddy paddy and waved at her, then lowered his eyes and sank into thought.
The setting sun hung at the edge of the sky. In a mountain manor hung with lanterns bearing the character for joy, blood stained the doors, windows, tables, and chairs. Guests and servants lay dead across the ground, while sharp curses and screams rang out one after another in the distance.
The green-robed young man hid inside a room, sword in hand and breath ragged. He frowned, sweat covering his face. Even as he endured the excruciating pain, he kept an eye on the commotion outside. He couldn't help saying to the other World Destroyers, "Next time something like this happens, could you at least avoid picking the moment when I'm killing someone?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the connection cut off.
The young man closed his eyes and took a few breaths to recover. Then he opened them again, murderous intent filling him, and climbed out the window with his sword.
Wei Ren also saw Xue Mushi emerge from the pond, his face blank with shock.
The seawater remained perfectly still. The Spirit Bird was moored steadily at the edge of North Kun City. Yu Sui climbed aboard, soaked through and leaving puddles everywhere. Clutching her chest, she sank to her knees and