Chapter 394: Sense of Ceremony

Zhu Qingyue curled up her legs as she sat on the cleaned concrete platform, her skirt neatly arranged, her posture serene and elegant, like a young lady who had never stepped beyond the threshold of her home, spending her days embroidering in the attic.

Here at the checkpoint on the edge of the highway in Jinjiang City, the nearby crowd had already been evacuated by the government. Looking around, the place was deserted, with only a continuous expanse of low iron-sheet houses. The fringes of the city were always so barren.

Invisible "threads" intertwined and enveloped Zhu Qingyue's surroundings, like a birdcage descending from the heavens, capturing any creature that attempted to invade. Additionally, several controlled Evil Spirits wandered around, patrolling with vigilance.

Their owner, however, sat above, gazing out over the wasteland. The girl absentmindedly stared at the distant landscape, while unconsciously stroking the face of the boy lying in her lap.