Gray mist swayed gently like an aurora, filling the entire world.
A twisting tableau of gray and black.
BOOM!
For a moment, Zheng Xiu couldn't distinguish what the sound was. At first, it sounded like a drop of water. Then, it became like the chattering grind of gnashing teeth. Moments later, it was the cacophony of ten thousand children playing at once. But soon, the source of these sounds seemed to discover him. After a beat of silence, a tide of low whispers, as if possessing physical form, crushed his eardrums. A roar echoed in Zheng Xiu's mind, his vision went black, and he began to fall uncontrollably.
"Hee hee hee hee! If Heaven had not birthed me, Red King Zheng, the ages of Daqian would be as an endless night! By what right does that old fool of an Emperor stand above me? One mountain cannot house two tigers, and one kingdom cannot have two kings. The moment I get out, I'll kill him!"
