The celestial phenomena continued to shift.
Veiled by the thick fog, they could not see clearly, but the changes between light and dark still gave them a rough idea.
Qin Shaofeng and the others vaguely sensed that the sky had changed a total of nine times.
Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, white, black.
When the sky finally turned completely white, the sound of horns resounded from outside the tents.
Qin Shaofeng and the others did not know much about the Western Camp.
But they were all highly accomplished martial artists, so there was no need to worry about losing their way.
Within a few breaths, they had arrived before the Western War God's tent.
Qin Shaofeng had thought they would need to wait a while longer, until Hundred Ghosts Night Parade truly began, before she emerged.
Yet when they arrived, the Western War God was already standing outside the tent. Upon noticing them, she merely glanced back and said, "Wait where you are. Hundred Ghosts Night Parade will begin in half an hour."
Qin Shaofeng and the others were not the lazy sort.
Yet as they waited in place, they saw more and more of the Western War God's personal guards gathering behind her, looking utterly slack and listless.
Since they were merely guest retainers, Qin Shaofeng did not fuss over such matters.
Time flew by in the blink of an eye.
The sky suddenly darkened, though because of the thick fog, it did not appear all that black.
"Everyone, to the city wall!"
Qin Shaofeng and the others followed the Western War God up the city wall together.
From that moment onward, Hundred Ghosts Night Parade began, and mournful wails continuously reached their ears.
While Qin Shaofeng and the others were still looking around, faint, flickering figures