Ning Zuiye walked to the terrace of her room after hearing loud screams and the irritating noise of the alarm bell.
"Uh, what the hell is happening?"
Huh? Her confusion quickly turned to shock as she gazed upon the gruesome scene unfolding before the palace gates, where the ground was stained crimson with the blood of dead soldiers and rebels.
The royal guards were easily getting killed by the cultivators and were getting overpowered.
At the same time, she also saw Ning Xue, Ning Zhilian, Yu Hua and Hun Xiang swiftly moving across the battlefield, killing the rebels.
"Haah! Haah!!" Ning Zuiye's heart raced with fear as a rush of memories from the past overwhelmed her, causing her to feel confused and disoriented.
Images of her mom's burning corpse flashed in her mind as the scene of the spear plunging into her mother's heart appeared in front of her eyes.
Her eyes trembled in terror and tears moistened her eyes "M-Mom..."
