As time progressed, the atmosphere at the banquet reached its peak, with the great hall bathed in serenity. The City Lord's Lady was graciously offering wine to her husband, while the dancers, drenched in sweat, performed for the guests.
Unbeknownst to the crowd, people dressed in black had already unknowingly surrounded the entire hall. As the cup in the eldest son's hand smashed to the ground, these figures in black instantly charged into the hall. Indifferent to whom they encountered, they slashed at anyone they saw, and soon, the grand hall was filled with blood and screams.
It was as if a thick ink had been splashed across a precious painting, utterly disfiguring the scene.
The City Lord and the second son immediately fixed their eyes on the eldest son, who remained composed. The City Lord coldly asked, "What do you intend to do?"
