Everyone within Great Hua raised their heads at that moment, looking toward the horizon in despair.
They could not see it, but they could sense it...
An overwhelming tide of killing intent was enveloping all of Great Hua. Those approaching would soon set foot within its borders.
In the Imperial City, a woman looked up at the horizon, her expression despairing, and murmured, "They're here."
A child beside her looked up at his mother and asked in confusion, "Who's here?"
"The wicked Immortals..." The woman stroked the child's head and pointed to the house behind her. With a bleak smile, she said, "Go back and hide... Remember, no matter what happens... don't come out..."
The child looked at his mother blankly, too young and ignorant to understand why she wanted him to hide.
Still, he obediently turned and went back inside.
The woman simply continued staring at the horizon, saying nothing for a long time...
In a pavilion, a Martial Artist and a Swordsman sat drinking together beneath the gloomy sky.
"They're here..." the Martial Artist said softly.
"I know." The Swordsman raised his wine jug, tilted his head back, and drank.
The Martial Artist sighed softly, raised another jug, and drank with him.
Setting down their wine jugs, the two exchanged a smile.
"What do we do?" the Swordsman asked.
"Great Hua has looked after us for so long. We can't just eat without doing any work, can we?" The butcher shook his head with a smile.
"And you?" the butcher asked the Swordsman.
The Swordsman tightened his grip on his sword, and its blade gave a soft hum.
"My sword heart is my will..."
A scholar stood before the window of his home, staring blankly toward the horizon. The ink brush in his hand dropped