In Xiqi City, laughter and cheers filled the air.
No one noticed a person burned to ashes under the gaze of the Sun God.
Except for the people from the Ancestral Temple.
This cast a shadow over their "victory feast."
Han Zhan lost interest in tasting the delicious food; after a quick meal, he returned to his residence and shut the door.
Chang Hao was dead.
Just today, he stood at the entrance, smiling and inviting Han Zhan to attend the banquet. But now, he had completely vanished from this world.
Life and death seem so fragile.
So swift that they are elusive.
Do you believe what he said? Han Zhan looked at the empty room, asking himself.
Logically, it seems fine.
But upon deeper reflection, there's a sense of abruptness, as if something was cut off, ended suddenly.
Chang Hao incited chaos in the granary for faith and wish power, which indeed aligned with Han Zhan's speculation. Even the later inducement of him to an empty place to explode the puppet had no problem.
