In the blink of an eye, the second year of the Universal Calendar was already nearing its end.
This year, the chaos within the Myriad Dharma Sect had shaken the entire human race.
The School of Separation and the School of Connection had never slaughtered each other so brutally. In terms of bloodiness, it might not have matched the School of Numbers of the Middle Ages, where lives had truly been wagered to debate truth. But in brutality and impact, it surpassed them.
This was no longer a battle between two masters. It was like a chaotic melee between two armies at the final juncture. Everyone had become entangled, and no one could tell who was who. The weapon in anyone's hand might have belonged to their own side, or might have been seized from an enemy.
The flesh and blood of those from the School of Separation and the School of Connection had mingled together, until neither side could be distinguished.
Yet this chaotic battle had still not spread to Liedian Island, far in the west.
Within the Ai Family residence, in a small pavilion at the center of a lake, Lu Qianqian leaned against one of the pavilion's pillars, staring vacantly upward.
Goose-feather snow drifted down from the sky, endlessly pelting the half-dried pond. Snowflakes mixed with mud that had not yet dried.
It was a scene of utter decay.
That was why Lu Qianqian did not much like looking down.
Just then, someone suddenly patted her from behind. "Boo!"
"Ah!" Lu Qianqian let out a short shriek and shot forward.
Ai Changyuan sounded helpless. "Even if you couldn't sense my aura... you should've known I'm the only one in this house who'd joke with you like that! How can you never remember?"
Lu Qianqian pouted. "You know