The moonlight was dull in the dark sky.
The wind fanned the flames, and the glow of the fire painted the sky red. It also cast a red light on Su Mu's grim face.
The chaotic sound of footsteps and the clamor of screams and cries filled the alleyways.
The joy of mastering Skin Quenching was completely washed away by the blaze.
Su Mu didn't know if the powerful Martial Artists of this world could extinguish a massive fire with a wave of their hand, but he certainly couldn't.
He had desperately used his saber to hack down two walls, barely managing to halt the fire's spread, but that was the absolute limit of his abilities.
By now, the courtyard he rented had been reduced to a pile of rubble.
The neighboring houses had also burned and collapsed, their owners' faces filled with terror, too devastated to even weep.
Most of the families living in this alley were poor commoners.
For a poor family, losing their home to a fire was like the sky falling down.
