The Qing Empire was in chaos, to the extent that even the Major Sects and the Imperial Family had been alerted. After all, there had been hundreds of explosions throughout the empire.
Most of those explosions were powerful enough to obliterate entire cities, compelling the Major Sects to take immediate action.
A middle-aged man with a long beard landed on a small hill, his gaze fixed on the smoke rising in the distance. His long red robe fluttered in the wind, a symbol of his distinguished status in the sect.
He sighed, pulling out a communication stone from his storage pouch. "They got this branch too!"
Soon, an enraged voice crackled from the other side of the communication stone.
[I told you to get there at full speed! Goddamnit! What is going on?]
