Tonight, the sky is heavy with dark clouds, casting an all-encompassing dimness that even the moon and stars are nowhere to be seen.
Despite looming signs of a downpour, the rain held back.
Even the usually bustling and vibrant Imperial City was now deathly quiet. Homes were sealed tight, silent, and few silhouettes were to be seen along the long streets.
The only signs of life were the divine warrior army, the Forbidden Army, and the garrison forces patrolling the streets.
It had been ten days since Chu Yuan began his thorough investigation.
For those ten days, whisperings of dread had spread throughout all quarters. Those without any links to Dawu were fine, but those who conspired with Dawu were trembling in terror, fearing that the investigation would implicate them.