Every time he thought of this, it felt as if a venomous snake was gnawing at his heart.
In the pitch-black southeastern sky, a cluster of purple fireworks suddenly rose, followed by several bursts of blood-red fireworks. Tie Lin's expression grew solemn once again, and gripping his long saber, he quickened his speech, "Purple fireworks signal caution, while red fireworks mean an incident has occurred, requiring immediate reinforcement from the nearest district market."
Without the need for further explanation, Wang Anfeng already understood the message.
Wuxin made a gesture, instructing the three martial soldiers who had gathered around to stay put, and he himself took the lead and dashed off, with Wang Anfeng following closely behind.
