Qiao Mu dashed the entire way out of the city and soon arrived at the foot of the snowy peaks.
Upon arriving at Xianghe Village, she was so frightened by the deathly silence that her heart started to tremble.
Deathly silence, it truly was deathly silent.
Normally at this time, this small village at the foot of the snowy peaks would long be bustling with activity—children's laughter, mixed in with the housewives' gossip, as well as men coming down the mountain after a day's labor.
Spiraling kitchen smoke, the sound of happiness and laughter…
These were all gone now!
Deathly silence, it truly was as silent as death.
Qiao Mu dashed into the village but then stood still, dumbstruck.
Before her eyes, there were only crumbling fences and dilapidated walls. The ground was full of incomparably desolate remains, and there wasn't even a complete corpse amongst the sweeping devastation.
