Time incessantly marched forward, and the faces of the two officials of the Department for Purging Officials within the carriage continued to pale. They ceased waiting and departed from Hundred Flowers Lane.
The starlight illuminated Zhou Prison, illuminated the crabapple tree, illuminated the great crimson robe upon Zhou Tong's body. Like the Netherworld, like a fairyland, like a sea of blood.
Upon hearing his subordinate's report, his face did not change, just like that of a corpse.
Within the Orthodox Academy was the sword array of South Stream Temple, and outside was the Orthodoxy cavalry. The Li Palace had not seemed to do anything, but in reality, it had long since made preparations—Mao Qiuyu had always been in that inn within Hundred Flowers Lane. His two sleeves swayed in the breeze, yet he had a divine artifact on his person. The Orthodox Academy itself held eighteen cardinals, and the darkness still concealed a few experts that Mei Lisha had left behind.
