Early in the morning, Lěng Yè woke from his deep sleep, stepped out of his room, and walked into the courtyard of the estate. Today, the atmosphere in Youhuang City was exceptionally bizarre, with an indescribable tension hanging heavy in the air. The streets were deserted and the shops were tightly shuttered; the entire city seemed as though it had been pressed on a pause button, plunged into a deathlike stillness.
Lěng Yè sat quietly in the courtyard, his expression calm and detached, seemingly indifferent to the changes outside. Guān Tiānjùn paced back and forth across the courtyard, his brow furrowed in deep concern over the impending upheaval. Glancing at Lěng Yè's composed demeanor, he felt a strange sense of reassurance wash over him. Yet, a second thought crossed his mind: perhaps Lěng Yè's tranquility stemmed entirely from his complete ignorance of the crisis about to unfold. Secretly pleased, Guān Tiānjùn assumed Lěng Yè was utterly unprepared, which perhaps meant that his own betrayal was a wise choice.
At that moment, Zhūěge Lín walked over to Lěng Yè and asked in a low voice, "Lěng Yè, what should we do now? The enemies seem to have begun gathering, and undercurrents are surging through the city. Even the usually bustling streets are eerily quiet. I'm afraid this storm is about to break upon us."
Chapter 1142