He lifted the flute, welcoming the challenge.
A very simple action set the earth ablaze, with silver-white frost-like cold fire everywhere.
The entire night sky was illuminated, the moonlight devoured by the silver fire, and the silhouette of the moon vanished.
The blood-colored light blade, entwined with lightning, collided with the Jade Flute in Baili An's hand. The two forces met in a not so fierce collision and counteracted each other, then fell into a brief silence.
The collapsed attic ruins silently turned into a sea of silver-white fire.
The sea of fire vanished in an instant, leaving no trace of dust as if the attic had never existed from the beginning.
Baili An stood with his flute drawn back, the pure black intent in his eyes receding, his pupils returning to normal, his standing posture leaning slightly forward.
