The Weixiu star has hung high for seven days.
The traces of that disaster remain deeply imprinted in this city, and Chouhuai City is filled with the stench of decaying corpses.
The pervasive scent of rotting corpses lingers in the air over this city being rebuilt.
Within the city, remnants of walls and ruins are everywhere to be seen.
On the streets, rotting corpses are continually being dragged out from the debris, piling up into mountains.
Those corpses have decomposed to the point of deformation, making them unidentifiable.
To prevent the accumulation of corpses from sparking an epidemic, under the supervision of the cultivators of Chouhuai City, the last traces are being cremated to ashes.
Liou Yuan walks slowly along the street, witnessing the piles of corpses ignited by fierce flames, shakes his head, unwilling to look further.
He begins to wander through different parts of Chouhuai City, following the memories of his nearly one-month stay here.
