December 21st, Yanzhou was cloudless, showcasing a clear sunny day.
However, for the people at the Star Pavilion, it was still as if dark clouds loomed overhead, almost suffocating.
It had been nearly half a year since the United States launched the "Destructing God" nuclear missile in the Pacific Ocean. There had still been no news from Li Chen, and it seemed more likely than not that something dire had occurred.
Most perilously, the Miyamoto Butcher was still lurking right at their doorstep, fishing. Like the Sword of Damocles, he hovered above everyone's heads, making it difficult for them to rest or eat in peace.
Now, the entire Star Pavilion was panicking.
One Grandmaster, with a bitter smile, sighed, "Our Star Pavilion truly has a challenging fate. It hasn't even been a year since we were established. Our Pavilion Master has been bombed twice by nuclear missiles, and our Pavilion has faced two life-and-death crises!"
