The night was deep, and snow was swirling.
The bustling and noisy Qingfeng Building had become extremely chaotic, with many witnessing the battle inside and fearing the consequences, wanting to leave. However, when they rushed outside, they saw that the area outside Qingfeng Building was densely packed with swordsmen.
At that moment, everyone was in terror and quickly returned to Qingfeng Building to hide, making this famous gold trading hub in Pingyang City eerily silent.
To be exact, the area around Qingfeng Building was particularly quiet, with the cold night wind brushing against the shop signs on the broken street sounding like the rustle of pine needles.
In rows of alleys, many people were walking through the snow, holding weapons, but were very quiet, with no one speaking. It was as if nothing else existed except for the wind, rain, and the killing aura enveloping the streets, so quiet it was almost dead.
The number of people outside Qingfeng Building kept increasing,
