Morning, three quarters into Si Hour.
The unrest in North Wind Town had completely ended. The Divine Court's army had taken control of everything in the city, leaving Little Bad King utterly relaxed. He ate a quick breakfast, then went to the Wang Family's old residence in the Garrison Prefecture.
In less than a month, this old residence had undergone many upheavals: a massacre whose bloody stench still lingered, the wretched spectacle of the entire clan being imprisoned, and the desolation after a great battle, with so many familiar faces gone.
The blazing sun shone overhead, fallen leaves fluttered at his feet, and the great courtyard lay empty and silent... Looking around, he could not see a single living person in the once-bustling residence.
Ren Ye passed through the secluded courtyards and walked for quite a while before seeing Wang Anquan sitting alone outside his home. He stared blankly at the courtyard scenery, as though he had known long ago that Ren Ye would come looking for him and had been waiting patiently all along.
Dressed in black, Wang Anquan sat upright in the pavilion before the main house. His expression suggested he was recalling something, or perhaps immersed in grief he could not express... In any case, his face was terribly pale, like a wandering ghost that had lost its soul.
Honestly, with Little Bad King's emotional intelligence, he really did not want to disturb Wang Anquan at a time like this. During the battle at the North Tower Teleportation Array, He Zhu Zhu had "died" in combat, and nearly half the Wang Family had also fallen. On top of that, he had discovered in the Dreamscape Mountains and Rivers secret realm that Yin Qi had tampered with his eldest son Wang Wenping's soul. His divine soul had suffered