On the long street, the Martial Artist's Qi Blood receded, and his True Martial Arts vanished.
The burly man who called himself Old Yue melted into the singing and dancing "crowd." Along with the others, he surrounded the sleeping youth on the stretcher, his steps unsteady as he drifted toward the other end of the long street.
As he walked, he giggled like the children in the procession.
At times, he would follow the suona-playing procession and shout, "The world is foul, and we are sinners!"
Waaail...
The suonas continued their mournful yet joyful tune as the procession passed the Vast Sea Tower Library, seemingly heading even farther down the street.
A chill shot up Song Ciwan's spine, and her hazy mind snapped into focus.
'This… Although Heaven-Reaching City has living, native inhabitants, it also seems to be a massive Deceitful Realm!'
'During the day—or rather, when it's light out—this place is the Mortal World. But as soon as night falls, it becomes a Deceitful Realm!'
