A day had passed since the scene on the stage.
The Guild Headquarters had begun to be utilized, with vacant houses allocated to players of higher living levels and a simple points system established.
The Guild Headquarters appeared freshly built.
Yet, everyone passing by still uncontrollably cast their gazes toward the stage—where a vivid red stain remained.
The blood spilled over the chest on the stage had been left intentionally unwiped, and the speech podium was sealed off after the event.
Clad in black Hanfu, Lv Shu strode past the side of the stage, heading straight into the central building, passing through the halls, and continuing deep along the corridor.
The light from the top of the chamber shone brightly, illuminating the dark figure standing inside the room. Her hand gently caressed a transparent ice coffin, her hanging hair concealing her expression.
