"The Chaotic God emerges, stirring waves across the land.
"Yet who knows... who will claim victory, as heroes remain unpredictable.
"Hmm, what a vicious saber technique that person has!
"Has he discovered me?"
Muttering to himself, his figure flickered, gradually disappearing.
...
...
The murderous autumn wind swept over the tavern's banner, lifting wisps of dust.
The young servant sitting in front of the tavern had empty eyes, with dry lips tightly pressed, ignoring the dust falling on his head.
Behind the tavern's counter sat a fat man holding a gold hairpin, grinning widely as he looked at it.
Looking around, this was a desolate town.
The atmosphere was oppressive, with the few residents busy with their own affairs.
The butcher was vigorously chopping bones, with bits of meat and bone fragments flying everywhere.
The vendor selling wonton noodles was sleeping soundly on the stove, unaware of the world.
