Zhou Xuan took the Bamboo Slip, unrolled it, and scanned it.
Ye Changqing bent over, gasping for breath, his words coming in fits and starts. "The Blacksmith Shop in East City... Wang Tiezhu, the one with the strongest talent before. He got up to forge this morning, and with one strike of his hammer, every weapon along half the street shattered."
Zhou Xuan looked up.
"It wasn't just one or two."
Ye Changqing held up his fingers to illustrate.
"It was half the street, thirty-seven shops. Every Metal object—knives, swords, pots, shovels, door bolts—all burst apart at the same time."
Beside him, Lin Qingzhu sucked in a cold breath.
"There's more."
Ye Changqing turned it over.
"Widow Li, an awakened in South City, lost control of her vow power while cooking. She blasted her own stove apart and brought down two neighboring rooms along with it."
"Zhang Daniu, who moves cargo at the West City docks, lost control of his strength while carrying a crate. He crushed an entire crate of spirit ore straight into powder. It was worth three thousand spirit stones."
Zhou Xuan closed the Bamboo Slip.
"How many incidents in total?"
"Forty-seven, as of half an hour ago."
Ye Changqing straightened, exhaustion etched across his face.
"And they're happening more frequently. The newly awakened group can't control the vow power inside them at all. It leaks out even when they sleep. An awakened in North City had a nightmare, and his overflowing vow power shook the three people sharing his room so badly they coughed up blood."
Lin Qingzhu frowned. "Casualties?"
"No deaths yet, but nineteen seriously injured and over a hundred with minor injuries."
Ye Changqing shook his head.
"The real problem is that they're panicking too. The more they panic, the less control they have,