Yun Jiuqing felt as if her eyes could see no other colors except for black and white.
After being swept away by a gust of wind, she had fallen so hard that she nearly split her buttocks into four pieces.
Just as she was wincing in pain and hastily turned to look in Daoist Priest Fan's direction, all she could see was Daoist Priest Fan enveloped in blinding lightning, and then she saw him cleave through all the lightning with a single sword strike.
Immediately after that, Daoist Priest Fan swung another sword strike, and it was this very strike that caused Yun Jiuqing to see no other colors.
Whether it was the people, the buildings, or the flora.
In her eyes, there were only two colors left, and at the instant that sharp sword cry resounded to the skies.
It was as if the heavens and earth had lost their voices.
There was no sound of the wind.
There was no sound of people.
