Suddenly, the sound of objects whizzing through the air was heard.
People around, amidst their joyful celebration, began to fall, struck by arrows. Immediately, troops rushed in, hacking and slashing.
At that moment, sound fully returned. Screams, cries, and the sounds of killing—everything was so clear.
Zheng Fan, sitting at the dinner table, yawned. He didn't panic, nor did he run. After yawning, he even smiled at the baby above him.
"Is this a dream you're having? Or am I dreaming, and you've entered it?"
The baby didn't respond, but his smile gradually faded.
"You might be mistaken about one thing: I'm not afraid of this scene at all."
Having survived in this world for so long and killed so many, how could a bloody scene like this scare me?
At that moment, Zheng Fan sensed someone behind him.
He turned around.
No one.
Only a set of floating gilded armor.
"The fall of Yan's great families begins with my Tian Family!" a voice declared.
Zheng Fan's eyes narrowed.
