Outside Qiupo Imperial City.
The Qianniao had long since beaten its wings and flown away, and Qiupo Imperial City was already completely deserted. Yet Di Zhongan still stood by the city gate, his gaze fixed on that pool of fresh blood on the ground. The arm splattered with blood remained half-raised, and he stood there in a daze.
Everything was so silent, so deathly still, until a hand rested on Di Zhongan's shoulder and lips parted softly, breaking the heavy stillness.
Chapter 463