It was raining lightly in Li Tian City.
The street vendors and peddlers who usually clamored loudly for business had been quieter these days. The storytellers in the teahouses were no longer leaving their audiences in suspense with "to hear what happens next."
Even the always-bustling red-light districts had been unusually quiet. The old brothel madams, who normally strutted about, now dared not venture out to stir up trouble.
The city remained the same, and the people remained the same, but both had become exceedingly cautious.
More patrols of soldiers than usual marched through the city, a white cloth tied to their left arms. Their stern steps and the redness in their eyes, staring at the occasional passerby, suggested they were ready to pounce and kill.
They were elite soldiers who had waded through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; when their fury truly flared, it carried a potent, murderous aura that was daunting to behold.
