...
The wind, carrying a sharp edge, swept past my ears.
Swish swish swish—
Black shadows swiftly flickered through the night. Disappearing at lightning speed, then reappearing again!
On a hill far from Zhi City, a black figure stood, tall and slender. She stood in the night wind like a statue.
After a while, twenty-eight black shadows appeared from all directions and landed behind her, kneeling on one knee.
From their appearance, they were indistinguishable, even the subtle differences in height and body shape were cloaked by their large capes.
Mu Qingge, her cloak hood lifted by a white delicate hand, revealed her stunning face.
Underneath the black cloak, a hint of blood-red faintly flashed.
"Is it done?" Mu Qingge asked softly.
Among those kneeling, the one closest to her looked up, revealing Mo Yang's stern features. "Lord, we have followed your instructions and lured all major forces out of Zhi City. They are currently heading here."
