Facing an Ancient God for a Year

So that’s how it is.

Looking out the window, there really was a black carriage, standing quietly in the courtyard.

Including the two horses in front, only an occasional snorting sound could be heard.

If the belief in chaotic skies still holds, the scene described by Amila can only be described as a Nightmare.

These twelve gentlemen should be able to verify without much effort which is real and which is false.

The one with a splitting headache, yearning for a peaceful sleep, also perfectly matches up.

...

Of course, yearning is useless-after another traverse, Amila and her companion led Fu Qian into an open ward, pausing for a few seconds in front of an empty bed.

"Was there supposed to be someone here?"

Seeing the freshly stained blood on the bed, it wasn’t hard for Fu Qian to guess why the two reacted this way.

"Most of the time, yes, and that person was the one who brought us here."