"Ah!"
"What's happened!?"
"What's this?"
…
With people screaming within the chaos, flower petals rained from above. They were black flower petals, signifying a bad omen.
Lu Jingli snatched one of the petals with his finger. His expression turned cold and he instantly remembered the bouquet of black mandalas during the night of his father's birthday…
The flower language of black mandalas: revenge!
What had to come... finally came!
He looked at his brother who looked exceptionally calm as if he was expecting this to happen.
As the black flower petals eddied down, a young man with silver hair came in. He had a long unknown object in his hand and was walking into the hall regally…
"Security! Where's security?! What's happening?"
"The security system is having issues!"
"How did this person come in?"
"W-we don't know as well!"
"Solve the issue now!"
…
