A barren world, steeped in despair and deathly silence. A pervasive gloom met the eye, weighing on one's heart as if crushed by a thousand mountains.
Aside from the oppressive silence and gloom, there was not a single trace of life.
It was impossible to tell what was emitting the light that filled the sky.
There was no sun, no moon—only a vast, gray, hazy landscape.
Countless commoners lay on the ground, tended to by members of the Observatory.
When Shen Bai and Wang Tianxing came face to face, and especially after Shen Bai spoke, everyone's attention shifted to him.
Everyone raised their heads, watching Shen Bai swiftly descend from the sky and land steadily on the ground.
This was especially true for Feng Zheng. After hearing Shen Bai's words, the curiosity on his face grew more and more pronounced.
He'd found it strange. From start to finish, Shen Bai had remained perfectly calm, as if none of this was a big deal.
