The earth was soaked in blood.
Under the blood light, the sky appeared a dark red.
The sky had just recovered from shattering, and although it was dark red, it seemed very bright.
Yet around Carefree Main City, the Blood Qi rose to the sky, creating chaos like a graveyard in ruins. The pungent smell of blood was nauseating and made people unwilling to stay for even a moment.
But Zhou Yan still quietly stood there, for a long time, without changing his posture.
His eyes, reddened by blood in the sockets of white bones, were filled with sorrow and pain. That beautiful voice, filled with agony and self-blame, was like needles deeply piercing his heart.
Gu Xi came, the childhood friend, the little sister, the empathetic beloved one, arrived carrying a load of guilt and self-blame, seemingly unable to assist Zhou Yan in any way in such a scene, causing her immense heartache.
Yet her being so made Zhou Yan's heart ache even more.
Her late arrival was a good thing.