Twilight was falling over the city of Blue Star, but the darkness brought no rest to the inhabitants. Xuan BaiShe floated several hundred meters above the rooftops, his hands crossed behind his back in a posture of perfect serenity.
Under his feet, the city of Blue Star was nothing more than chaos, mortals screaming for their lives...
BaiShe observed the flows of energy escaping from the bodies that were fading away. His violet gaze scanned the foundations of the buildings and the depths of the earth.
Consequently, BaiShe lowered his gaze toward the silhouette that was rushing through the residential quarters below. Hue Qing, his servant with the fragile jade beauty, had transformed into a storm of destruction. As she crossed the perimeter wall of a manor belonging to a local sect.
BaiShe used a thought transmission to make his voice resonate directly in the young woman's mind.
