"Crackling..."
The market of Secret Forest County erupted in crimson flames, the fire danced on the eaves, emitting the smell of burning wood, blood flowed in rivulets with a pitter-patter, heaps of corpses lay askew at street corners, and Fei Wangbai stood with his hands behind his back, standing silently.
Of the several guest elders he brought, one had died, and the body had already been taken care of. Fei Wangbai didn't feel sadness; his raid on the market of Secret Forest County had netted him so many spiritual objects and magic artifacts that they couldn't all fit in his storage bag. Fei Wangbai felt such joy he almost laughed out loud, as the Li and Yu families fought each other to his greatest advantage.
