Time seemed to screech to a halt.
The bustling market filled with merchants hawking their wares, people engaged in lively conversations, the gentle sway of lanterns, the whispers of the wind, and even the rustling of trees— everything abruptly ceased into silence as all eyes converged on the shattered statue lying on the ground.
In that instant, a wave of icy chills enveloped Gu Luoxin's tiny frame – one that didn't have to do with temperature. It was the primal instinct of an animal sensing imminent danger. His fur bristled, his heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach, and he instinctively clung onto Lucius tighter, seeking comfort in the black cat's presence.
What was going on? How did the initially warm and tranquil atmosphere suddenly turn one hundred and eighty degrees?
All these signs pointed to one thing— bad news!
