The patrolling squad soldiers have sharp eyes, like hawks, continuously scanning every corner with their special instruments, probing every faint space ripple as if to see through everything within those ripples.
A sense of alarming vigilance permeates the air; even the interactions between passing core disciples have distinctly reduced, with an unspoken gaze of appraisal and indescribable estrangement. Only the very familiar ones would nod in greeting when meeting and then briskly disappear.
The nine hovering red stars seem to emit a more restrained light, silently as if in slumber.
In the area where the battle broke out that night, the remaining abnormal aura has been forcibly eradicated, and the spatial structure forcibly repaired.
