The people of Xiang Prefecture and those of Jiangzhou on the opposite bank had terrible luck. First, they had seen the Yangtze River turn into a dragon, frightening them out of their wits. When the river finally returned to normal and they had just fallen asleep, bursts of firecracker-like sounds disturbed their peaceful dreams.
Before Yueyang Tower, almost everyone fell silent.
Even the people of Jing Kingdom and Fang Yun's friends sank into a brief silence.
The price of conflict within the human race was far too great. In a single night, forty-seven people had suffered shattered or cracked Literary Guts, leaving them little hope of continuing along the Sacred Way. Thousands more had encountered the Ten Thousand Eyes of Yazi; their Literary Guts would remain veiled in dust, and their futures would be bleak.
Suddenly, many people looked toward Lei Tingzhen. His body trembled slightly, as though he had suffered a stroke.
His Literary Guts were shaking.
"You brought this upon yourself." After speaking, the elderly Flower Lord rose and, supported by two beautiful women, tottered toward his carriage.
At the elderly Flower Lord's words, many people sighed, and the tension at the scene began to subside.
Zong Ganyu abruptly raised his head to look up at Fang Yun. His face twisted savagely, and his eyes resembled a tiger devouring a herd of beasts.
"Why take it this far!"
The voice of Tongue Blossoms Thunder split space and tore through the stars, resounding for ten thousand miles.
Fang Yun glanced at Zong Ganyu. He did not use Tongue Blossoms Thunder, merely replying in his normal voice.
"Childish."
Ten thousand stars streaked through Zong Ganyu's eyes, like falling celestial bodies. The aura around him surged, only to return to normal in the blink of an eye.
The Wu Lord gave