On a midsummer night, cicadas chirped among the trees, frogs croaked by the stream, and insects hummed all around...

By the campfire, a group of people sat on one side, while two black-clothed individuals at the Golden Elixir Realm were tied up and kneeling on the other side.

The summer breeze swayed the campfire, making crackling sounds. The atmosphere was oppressive, solemn, with a hint of eeriness.

Xu Qingzhou easily snapped a piece of firewood as thick as an adult's arm and casually tossed it into the fire, causing sparks to fly.