Su Ye, Little One, and the five geniuses from the Heaven Mending Pavilion walked down the street, drawing plenty of eyes. Most of those gazes weren't fixed on Su Ye or Little One, but on the five geniuses from the Heaven Mending Pavilion.
As an ancient sect with a long history, the Heaven Mending Pavilion naturally wouldn't send ordinary disciples. They were all very powerful.
"It's really lively out here."
Little One's big eyes blinked as he looked around, brimming with curiosity. He looked here, then there; everything around him held a powerful fascination.
A commotion rose nearby. He darted over in a flash to watch the show.
Two families' disciples were confronting each other, dozens of them ready to fight right there in the street. Runes appeared in dense clusters, dazzlingly bright.
Fights like this had become common in Void-Breaking City lately. After all, most of the Desolate Region's powers had gathered here, and many of them already had grudges against one another. Now, when old enemies crossed paths, their eyes practically blazed with hatred.
"You're making a racket. If you've got real guts, go settle it in the Hundred Broken Mountains. What's the point of fighting here?"
A youth drinking tea in a teahouse nearby found them too noisy. He slapped the table and shouted, looking at the two families' disciples with a haughty expression.
"What's it to you?"
Both sides turned and rebuked him angrily. He actually dared to interfere in their business? He was asking to die.
At that moment, the youth let out a long whistle. The Five-Colored Spirit Sparrow perched on his shoulder flew up, opened its mouth, and sucked in a breath. A terrifying vortex formed, swallowing all of the dozens of people inside it.
"Pfft."
The Five-Colored Spirit Sparrow closed its beak,