A day passed in the blink of an eye.
1st of August.
Silver City.
Qiao's mining industry.
In the office on the top floor.
Qiao Feilong stood in front of the window and looked down at the entire Silver City. The Silver City wasn't very big, but everything came into view from this floor-to-ceiling window.
The sky was clearly clear and bright, but it gave Qiao Feilong a sense of oppression.
"The wind is about to blow!"
The white-haired Qiao Feilong murmured softly.
This wind did not just start today.
When Hong Yue made a move to capture the last descendant of the eight great families, the result was that Yuan Shuo killed one of her three suns, and this wind began to blow in Silver City.
It wasn't just Silver City. In the entire Silver Moon province, there was no place with a stronger wind than Silver City.
Red Moon, flying heavens, Yama, and a few other small and medium-sized organizations, as well as the Nightwalker, all looked at Silver City.