Upon hearing Xu Zimei's words, everyone was stunned.
"What are you talking about?" Xia Wanqing inquired.
"Which friend might that be? Come out and show yourself," Xu Zimei stepped out of the inn, looking up at the sky, asking.
"Yi," a low murmur came from the sky.
"A minor Heaven Martial Sect actually has someone like this?
Able to see through my Flowing Cloud Waterside Pavilion."
Hearing this sudden voice, everyone's faces changed dramatically.
Especially Prince Chen Luo, who seemed to have thought of something.
When the crowd looked at the small town again, they found it eerily peculiar everywhere.
Some trees were lush and flourishing, while others had already withered.
The town's residents walked up and down the streets, but a closer look would reveal they seemed to be set in their ways.
Repeating the same movements and postures.
The smile on the shopkeeper's face at the inn was becoming increasingly eerie.
