"Ahhhhhh!!!!"
At that very moment, dozens of screams resounded from within Flower City, their mournful echoes piercing the night sky, and they all came from different corners, all at the same time.
His brow furrowed, Saint Hua Chong's eyes fixed coldly on this strange and eerie Flower City.
After a while, the Eagle Luohan emerged, stepping out with a solemn expression. He performed a ritual bow before Saint Hua Chong and said, "Our Ascetic Monks have lost another ninety, all attacked by unknown entities; we haven't been able to discern exactly what's responsible."
"Continue the search!" ordered Saint Hua Chong, devoid of any emotion.
The night grew heavier, the cold moon casting a bleak light, and for some reason, within the calm and beautiful Flower City, one could always witness strange phenomena.
Those flower seeds at times seemed like tiny, spirited eyes, ever-watchful, observing every move of those living among them.
