Some reacted swiftly, instantly gripping their weapons, their eyes sharp like hawks, cautiously scanning the surroundings, leaving no corner unnoticed for any lurking danger; some rubbed their sleepy eyes, still not fully awakened from their dreams, their faces showing a hint of confusion and bewilderment; others appeared solemn, brows furrowed, seemingly foreseeing the imminent bloodshed, keenly aware that a great battle was about to erupt.
Under the Helan Mountain, the cold Mid-Autumn moonlight cast a silver glow, and the howling mountain wind raged like the cries of ghosts and wolves, setting the stage for a blood-curdling and thrilling battle.
Yili witnessed the scene, her beautiful eyes widened, unable to contain her voice as she exclaimed, "People from the Divine Sword Manor! They are from the Divine Sword Manor."
