The thunder stopped, and a remnant sun hung in the sky, as if mocking someone's ambition to conquer the world.

There was a big pit in the center of the Sang family's house, and a gray figure slowly rose from the pit. Her short hair was scorched, her clothes were turned to ashes, but fortunately, her skin and flesh were unharmed, and her apricot eyes were still bright and cold.

Seeing that his house was a pile of ruins, Sang Yue's eyes gently whispered:

"Mora."

"Lord, master?"

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