The crumbling walls and shattered tiles, buildings reduced to ruins. Zhou Li wandered aimlessly through the city that seemed plundered by war, surrounded by a sea of flames, yet so quiet it sent shivers down one's spine.
The buildings near the streets had collapsed, and every step Zhou Li took, he trod upon broken bricks. Despite the city's destruction, there was no one else around, which only deepened Zhou Li's confusion.
Before long, Zhou Li found himself amidst glorious ruins. He looked around, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if he were in the Imperial Academy, but he wasn't sure, so he took another look.
Upon looking again, a woman in red appeared before Zhou Li, her eyes pure and cold as jade hooks. Beside her stood numerous puppets, brandishing spears and swords at Zhou Li with expressionless faces, all people he recognized.
Zhu Qianyun, Yun Baibai, Hou Jue, Qianhu, Cen Zhu... All of them looked at Zhou Li expressionlessly, their weapons aimed at him, ready to strike.
