Blood-red light filled the space between heaven and earth, wrapping the ruins and the dried well in a column of light that seemed to descend from the cosmos itself.
In the middle of the dried well, from which a dreamlike, eerie light emanated, the little girl still wore an innocent smile, revealing her small, delicate, porcelain-like teeth.
At this perilous moment, someone was still inciting the emotions of the crowd, attracting hatred to aid him.
Under normal circumstances, Zhou Yan might not even need to explain; with a single stroke of his sword, he could kill this person and silence the incessant noise.
But right now, he felt as if the little girl's gaze was fixed upon him, and that feeling suggested that any sudden move could lead to irredeemable doom!