The pitch-black night sky was already tinged with a blood-red hue by the ancient tree, casting an eerie malice over the entire Prefectural City, whether it be the surrounding city walls or the buildings within. All of it was shrouded in this sinister crimson glow.
The entire city fell into a brief silence due to the appearance of this blood-red ancient tree. Everyone who stepped out of their homes in Tongling City lifted their heads to gaze at the ancient tree, their faces filled with confusion.
North City, in front of the blacksmith's shop.
Zhang Chong and his old friend Wang Peng were also staring at the ancient tree. Behind each of them stood a woman of similar age, each holding the hands of two children around thirteen or fourteen years old, clearly their respective wives and children.
"Old Wang, there's something off about this tree!"
