The night was eerily quiet.
The sound of the chess pieces being placed on the board was clear, and so was the sound of the explosion of human bodies and blood gushing out of them.
Ni Yu was shivering. Her big eyes were filled with fear. "Young Master lost his temper!"
"Ni Yu, come in." Lu Fan's calm voice came from the room.
"Yes."
Ni Yu hurried to stand up and turned to run into the room. On her way inside, she glanced at the cold steamed bun stained with blood on the ground, feeling pity somehow.
Creak. Creak.
With the wooden wheels turning, the wheelchair creaked along.
Ni Yu pushed Lu Fan who was sitting in the wheelchair, and she stayed close to the wheelchair.
Lu Fan looked at the figure standing on the rooftop indifferently.
"Gathering cultivators across the world... You think you can do this?" Lu Fan said indifferently, as he leaned on the back of the wheelchair and played with the chess pieces.
