The night was deep and silent.
Yin Tian still remained on the platform of Xuanyuan Hall, sitting in quiet meditation.
Behind him, more than three hundred corpses were piled up together, forming a majestically grand scene.
Above the ruins, occasional sparks emerged, flickering into life before being extinguished by the wind.
Yin Tian had not chosen to leave this place.
He was waiting.
Waiting for tomorrow.
He had already called Sir Niu, preparing a lavish gift for him to deliver his congratulations to the Xuanyuan Family.
At the same time, he was also waiting for someone else's arrival.
He believed that Xuanyuan Hall was so important to the Xuanyuan Family that they could not possibly be unaware of the abnormalities here.
Time passed, and from a distance came the sound of footsteps.
"Dad really has gone too far, assigning Xuanyuan Hall to such a remote location when we have ample space at home, easily enough to support three hundred more people."