The setting sun had sunk in the west, and night had fallen.
The Xu Residence no longer possessed the serene beauty under the moonlight of bygone days, only a stretch of ruinous desolation.
However, compared to when Xu Yuan had entered the attic two quarters of an hour earlier, there was now a trace more vitality within the residence.
Martial scholars from the Tian'an Commerce Assembly and the Tian'an Martial Hall had been urgently dispatched and were methodically searching the collapsed rubble for possible survivors.
But beyond that, Xu Yuan also saw many bodies still steaming in the cold winter night.
Some were martial scholars, but most were ordinary people.
The circumstances of their deaths varied, which was slightly nauseating.
As he walked by, Xu Yuan roughly guessed what had happened in the Xu Residence during that half-hour period.
When disaster strikes, there is always a group of people who like to seek fortune amidst peril.
