"Last night, there was a comet in the northwest, stretching several zhang, resembling a dragon, emerging from the east and setting in the west, rushing day and night..."
As Yu Wenquan spoke, his voice grew lower. By the time he spoke the last few words, that subdued voice nearly pressed the candles in the dining hall down under an invisible pressure, causing everyone's breathing to involuntarily sink.
Until, he heavily spoke the last four words—
"An ill omen."
"...!"
Shang Ruyi sharply inhaled.
She suddenly remembered, last night, when they lay under the sky and rested in the wilderness, just as she was about to sleep, it seemed she saw a flash of light across the sky. That light was like a sudden inspiration in her mind. She began to suspect that the villagers who left behind an empty village, really left because of war?
However, that question had no answer.
