Three weeks had passed since the fray in the barn house. The heavens and the city were quiet, as well as the ones coming from the Abyss. The seed peddlers had long vanished from the streets as Liu Xia found the den empty. Upon receiving dissatisfying news, most immortals grew resentful towards demons more than they had before. Then again, if they struck without reason, who knew when Xu Rouguang would punish them for their stupidity?
However, the cries of the immortals were all silenced in one dawn... in a place far off from the sleeping Crimson City. The sun was only breaking in the distance, and yet six figures had been traveling towards the mountains. Liu Xia was taking the lead while the four other generals guarded Sovereign Thunder in the middle.
The group managed to find their spot and saw that General Qilin was waiting for them there. A smug grin was slapped on his face, his condescending eyes weighing down at Liu Xia's gaze in its full brunt.
