A heavy, desolate atmosphere was present all over the divine moon hall of the Huiyue Clan. The battle had just ended, leaving the area as nothing but a messy rubble. The people who had just emerged from hiding despaired at the sight of the corpses littered all around the ground, most of them surrounding their clan leader, Huiyue Tianyu. His seniors, concubines, and many children were all grieving his loss. There were even some children that were only a few years old.

Among the factions of the Eightmoon Skycities, the Huiyue Clan ranked eighth, at the very end. This time around, they had been heavily impacted by the massacre. With their main pillar of support gone, their pride had been utterly crushed.

Now, even though Huiyue Jie had been freed from his fate, he was greeted with an even greater pain. He knelt in front of his father and looked at his wide-open eyes. He couldn't ever have imagined what kind of torture the person he had respected so much had gone through before...