Jeong Yeonshin stopped for a moment. Because he breathed in a familiar scent. The air was now more familiar to him than Sinya County.
‘Xiangyang City.’
The West Gate of Xiangyang, literally in front of the western gate. The shadow of the fortress stretched over the deep moat, and the daily bustle of the great city drifted gently over the walls. —They say lightning struck yesterday. In the Desolate Fortress…. —What's one or two days?
It's probably just the old age of the Golden Lightning Child, who sided with the Desolate Fortress during the Tree-Slaying Great War. As long as no one died. —I heard at our tavern that a new White Rank warrior got struck by lightning.
The Iron Demon Spring Lord said it with a chuckle. —Oh dear. —Still, it's better than a few days ago. When the Pangu Giant leapt out of the city and flew off in broad daylight, chills ran down my spine…. The common people were very peaceful.
Just as the Sword Saint once said, it was protected by the swords of brave warriors of the Jianghu, so every now and then, deep emotion welled up. Jeong Yeonshin slowly nodded.
“Seems there was no trouble.”
“Really…?”