Zhuang Rouyi was baffled, but since Xia Ying seemed unwilling to say more, she did not press her. As long as they were in the sect, they would meet sooner or later anyway.
She had only asked out of curiosity about where this eldest senior brother of Xia Ying's had come from.
Each lost in their own thoughts, the three trudged across the sand toward Colorful Mist City in the distance.
When they reached the city, its gates were tightly shut. Thick mist shrouded the entire city, and not a single soldier guarded the walls. They stood empty, desolate beyond measure.
"There doesn't seem to be anyone left in the city..." Zhuang Rouyi said.
Before coming here, she had already heard what had happened to Colorful Mist City. The entire city had vanished along with the nearby coast. She had originally thought it had merely disappeared, but now that she saw it, she feared every resident inside had died.
"Not necessarily. There's no smell of blood," Xia Ying said, offering a different opinion.
Colorful Mist City was utterly silent now, like a dead city, yet not even the faintest trace of blood could be smelled.
If Pei Leide had sacrificed all the city's millions of residents, they would have smelled the overwhelming stench of blood the moment they stepped onto the coast. That meant the people inside still had a sliver of hope-at least they had not all died.
"That makes sense," Zhuang Rouyi agreed.
"Well... since we've already found Colorful Mist City, why don't we return to the sect now, report this to the elders, and let them handle it?"
Looking up at Colorful Mist City's towering walls, Ji Chuan felt a chill run through him and voiced his desire to retreat.
After what had happened with Pei Leide,