章節 639: It’s Not the End of the Day

Though different areas of Chaotian didn't have the same seasons, they could share the same setting sun, even though the twilight was a fake one.

Countless sword wills were drifting about above the square of the royal palace; all of a sudden, they headed toward the outside of the city, slashing the spring sunlight in the sky into smaller patches that became warmer and more fire like.

Ping Yongjia was sitting on the ground amid the fake twilight with his eyes closed, his face pale as every part of his body trembled incessantly.

A pure and sharp sword will came out each time he trembled.

The Drifter stood in front of the grand hall, watching the scene pale-faced; the black band on her forehead rippled in the wind.

"What are you guys doing? Why are you risking your lives?" she exclaimed in a trembling voice.

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The Great Formation of the royal palace had been activated. It bore down on the old plum garden like a tangible mountain.