The glazed tiles of the Fate Disk Hall were still crashing down. A jagged shard grazed Gu Qinghuan’s hair and smashed against the ground at her feet, splitting in two to reveal cinnabar runes oozing blood from within—the very sealing sigils used by the Mingli Bureau, now hissing with acrid blue smoke.
"Pi Yanlin!" Gu Qinghuan tightened her grip on his wrist, her scabbard pressed firmly against the small of his back. "The tremors in the vaults are wrong. It’s as if..."
Her voice was severed by a roar like muffled thunder.
Chapter 184