In the city, people were frantically escaping into the distance. However, there were others who ran towards Qingzhou's inner city. Among them were monstrous beings with wings on their backs and ordinary people who looked as though they had lost their minds. Most of these folks were young men and women, their eyes alight with excitement.
Meanwhile, at the Blue Sea Pavilion, the sect master gazed at the chaotic scene from his hilltop view.
"The weak run away, the strong come in," he mused, "This is the future of Qingzhou."
Behind him, a man in a long robe stood lazily. "Have we found those brats yet?"
"Not yet, but even if we do, they aren't likely to cause much trouble, right?"
