At this point, there's no need to concern ourselves with the customs of the Central Plains anymore.
Li Fan tossed the Ghost Cutting Sword, and as the inky blade leaped through the air, it circled around his body once, taking him along as it turned into a golden light. He rode the sword skyward, whooshing as he broke through the shackles of the Great Peace Quarter's shanties, and charged into the night sky shrouded by dark clouds!
Looking down from on high, Li Fan couldn't help but frown— the scene below in Changsi City resembled nothing less than the apocalypse.
Layer upon layer of black clouds pressed down like Mount Tai, sealing off the night sky; not a single star or the moon could be seen. Darkness engulfed heaven and earth, and the only source of light came from the raging inferno in the Imperial City to the north. The fire was so intense that it was clearly visible even from the Great Peace Quarter by the southern city walls.
