Looking at the banner, Feng Jun and the others exchanged bewildered glances. What was this supposed to mean?
The words were simple, but they were extremely insulting to Wizards. Everyone could hardly believe their eyes.
But no matter what, since they had already hung up a banner, they certainly could not rush in and start fighting, could they?
Feng Jun did not hurry into the city. Instead, he found a few people outside the city to ask around, and it really was true.
A few days ago, Muddywater City had still been tense and ready for battle. The Wizards had looked prepared to fight to the death, and the atmosphere had been... exceptionally bleak and tragic.
But on the night before last—or perhaps yesterday morning—the Wizards in the city had all fled. Not even a single apprentice had remained.
The person being questioned swore, "The entire Wizards' Association is empty. I even took a walk through the tower."
That was easy enough to understand. Wizards had always stood high above everyone else. How would ordinary people dare enter their towers?
Forget entering; they had not even dared approach. People could really die.
Now that the Wizards had all withdrawn and the towers were undefended, how could they not go in and take a look?
They absolutely had to take a look. It was something ordinary people might never encounter in their entire lives. Going in once was enough to brag about until they died.
However, Yi Jue believed that the possibility of a trap could not be ruled out. "What if these people were instructed to deliberately spread rumors?"
In fact, if they wanted to know whether they had been instructed, a Soul Search would give them the answer directly.
But although these Heavenly Zither powerhouses killed without blinking, none