"This official is truly unfortunate..."
The County Magistrate, with a bitter face, complained as he led his entourage in fleeing.
He had not expected that shortly after his appointment, he would encounter such misfortune.
A great power of the Demon Path from the north intended to slaughter in this city, and after this battle, his dilapidated little county feared it would be even more rundown.
What to do about the assessment three years later...
The County Magistrate left in despair with a pained expression.
In the inn, Li Muyang stood atop a high place, overlooking the city under the night sky.
As Yan Xiaoru's command spread, all the mortals in the city awoke from their dreams.
The constables of the official residence also scurried about the streets, urging the residents to flee.
That cultivators would battle fiercely in the city... Such misfortune would make anyone curse their luck.
Suddenly, many people started cursing the unheard "Blood Lotus Sect."
