After Zhou Xuan's reminder, Star Covering, who had transformed herself into a gust of wind, suddenly glanced at the distant mountains behind her. She felt as though the mountains had completely lost their color. The verdant hills had turned black like ink,
and the sky had lost its typical hue, becoming a white expanse, even whiter than the whitest paper.
The vast Mingjiang Prefecture had become an ink wash landscape painting. Besides black and white, no third color could be found.
"Where have the colors of Mingjiang Prefecture gone?"
Star Covering suddenly felt a pang of fear in her heart. Extending her vision, she saw numerous points of light drawing near her, fluttering like fireflies. Though they didn't appear aggressive, she had no doubt about the danger contained within these points of light.
"Forces, are these light points the forces of Mingjiang Prefecture?"
