Today it was the Seven Stars Gang. Tomorrow, would it be the Four Great Clans' turn?
Her thoughts turned to Li Qingxue.
That woman, as cold as snow, whose talent was no less than her own.
In such a desperate situation, what would Li Qingxue choose to do?
The low-ranking disciples might have a chance to survive.
But Li Qingxue... she would never flee.
The Li Family's foundation was here, and Cao Feng was here too.
Knowing her personality, she would surely choose to live or die with the Seven Stars Gang and the Cao and Li Families.
A profound sense of powerlessness, mixed with a fear of the unknown, seized Fang Qingqing's heart, suffocating her with waves of despair.
She looked up and out the window, searching for the unsettling Blood Moon that usually hung in the night sky.
But she saw that heavy, dark clouds had already swallowed it whole.
The world between heaven and earth was cast in shadow.
