(Written before this chapter: In this story, blood is green. If it is red, it is definitely a mistake by the author. There are no real deaths in this story, everything is just a fictitious tale set in a fictitious world. This story absolutely promotes truth, kindness, and beauty and opposes bloodshed and violence.)
Well World, the next morning.
Unaware of what was about to happen, the people were still living the same repetitive day as the day before.
The streets were brimming with humans of various numbers.
Although these people had no faces, Bai Wu could still feel the emotions emanating from them.
Mostly, they were negative emotions, from people whose backs had been bent by life.
This world was filled with order, but that didn't mean the people under this order were happy.
The upper echelons of the Seven Consortia had spent countless years effectively sealing off the path to the highest level.