The Sealed Emperor's Palace had completely descended into chaos. The inhabitants of the Mystery Huang World had distinct characteristics: some were there solely to fight, some to wreak havoc, and others, like Su He, to scrape the ground clean.
There were those even more excessive than Su He, an old beggar, who managed to wield a broken bowl in such a way that it created an effect similar to the Mortal Grinding Dish, relentlessly pursuing and beating a man in a dark-colored python robe. But behind him, a gigantic saw of more than a dozen zhang length buzzed and sawed at the imperial palace's Dragon Pillars of the supporting hall.
This wasn't looting, it was demolition.
In the Imperial Garden, a Master, who wore a sword at his waist, was now, unexpectedly, setting up teacups under an old locust tree, brewing and pouring himself tea, and indulging in solitary drinking with absolute pleasure.
This is madness!
