Whoo—
The Peach Wood Sword was unleashed, and the snowy sky seemed to darken to a crimson hue, as the crowd erupted into sharp screams followed by utter chaos.
On the pedestrian street, Zhao Douan was eating something in the crowd when he suddenly looked up towards the abruptly disturbed throng ahead.
"Murder!"
People scattered in all directions like a tide, and for a moment, Zhao Douan felt like a rock entrenched in a raging current, with men and women fleeing in terror around him, leaving him standing alone in place.
He looked up, gazing beyond the crowd, finally seeing an old Taoist approaching with a Peach Wood Sword in hand, his expression ferocious.
"Tch, finally arrived, have you?" Zhao Douan smiled, walking against the flow of people, and the old Taoist, noticing him, also stopped in his tracks.
Between high-rise buildings, on the suddenly empty streets, lay patches of trampled snow and haphazardly discarded trash.
