This voice carried endless sorrow and heart-wrenching pain that spread everywhere. Thunder couldn't suppress it and the wind and rain couldn't conceal it.
As lightning flashed, a disheveled figure rushed out of the Wood Spirit Race's territory crazily.
This figure was an old man.
His eyes were bloodshot and his face was covered in tears. His body trembled uncontrollably as he rushed towards the county capital with all his might.
The wind and rain became even heavier, pouring down the entire night.
It only began to slow down at dawn. The world was filled with hazy mist and the clouds in the sky dissipated slightly. The rising sun seemed weak, and the dim yellow light barely illuminated the world.
Outside the Prison Department, in a Sword Pavilion, Xu Qing opened his eyes. After ending a night of cultivation, he stood up and walked out of the Sword Pavilion.
He walked in the light rain.