This bloody slaughter felt more vivid and strikingly real than anything Bai Huang had seen before, immersing him entirely in its grim reality.
For no other reason than this: though his perspective now differed, and the sights before him were unfamiliar, the disaster that had almost brought complete annihilation to the Qingqiu Fox Clan was something Bai Huang himself had experienced firsthand.
Back then, protected by his grandfather, his exposure to the tragedy was limited, his understanding sparse.
But even as a child, even with the passage of so many years, how could he not have imagined what might have been happening beyond the shelter afforded to him?
And now, everything was coming forth clearly before his eyes, leaving his heart racing uncontrollably...
"Bai Huang!"
