Among those faces, some were familiar, some seemed to know, and some were unfamiliar faces that he had never met.
In the blizzard, they raised their torches and shouted persistently, ""War god, please come out of the mountain!"
The world was in chaos, and the cool realm was in deep waters. Only Xia qingchen could save the people of the cool realm if he came out of the mountain.
Xia qingchen was silent. With a light tap of his toes, he returned to the ground.
"Tell them that there's no war god in this world. Let them all leave." Xia qingchen stepped into the thatched cottage, closed the door, and entered a state of meditation once more.
When the Prince of Liang had defied the heavens and was determined to execute him, the war god had already died.
The one who survived was Xia hou of the zhongyun territory.
"Yes!"
