The Nuo Opera droned on without pause. The bamboo stage creaked as the fire below roared.0

Li Huowang sighed and shook his head. Facing Fu Shengtian’s power, the locals clung to every method they could think of, no matter how futile.1

There were still people who believed in Da Nuo, and there were many of them in Hou Shu, but it was not wise to rely on the help of a Siming that had gone crazy.2

“Do you think it will work just because they think it will? They are not Strayed Ones. It’s all just superstition. Let’s go.”1

Li Huowang gestured for Gao Zhijian to follow him to the temple of the...0