The sky, like a pitch-black shroud, covered the entire Jile City. Fires of unknown origin cast a blazing, gorgeous glow, igniting the city and dyeing half the sky in a vivid red.
The weeping and shouting of people drifted from afar on the wind, falling upon everyone's ears—piercing and sorrowful.
Zhong Zhuanyu stood upon the eaves, holding her golden abacus as she looked into the distance, then turned and landed beside Cuī Miǎorán.
Chapter 72