"Miss! Something terrible has happened, we've been attacked!"
Nangong Lingya turned around, her face filled with annoyance as she looked at the servant and demanded, "Make it clear to me, what exactly happened!"
"I beg your pardon for disturbing your elegance, but just moments ago, the Fiery Sword Sect's disciple recruitment site in the north of the city was attacked. The scene has turned into a sea of fire, and no one survived!"
"What?"
Nangong Lingya glared at the person before her, angrily smashing the teacup in her hand to the ground.
Crash!
The servant hastily knelt down, keeping his head lowered, not daring to look at her.
"Who did it? I'm asking you, who did it?"
Nangong Lingya pointed at him and asked loudly.
"I do not know... no one knows, there were no survivors at the scene, and what exactly happened is still unclear."
Nangong Lingya, overwhelmed by anger, took deep breaths continuously, gasping heavily, her chest heaving with each breath.
