At noon, Ye Xuan finally arrived at Qingyang City with Su Changhe.
"Eh... Is this really Qingyang City? Chief Ye Xuan, did we come to the wrong place?"
Su Changhe suddenly realized that something was wrong.
The Qingyang City in front of him seemed to be very different from how he remembered it to be.
The once prosperous Qingyang City was now filled with countless refugees. Huge holes had been punched into the hard walls of the city, and the streets were filled with flames.
Countless refugees were lying on the ground and wailing. This was like hell on earth.
"This... What happened?"
Su Changhe panicked when he saw this and quickly ran in the direction of the Su family's residence.
Ye Xuan did not stop him and followed him.
"Father... Mother..."
As soon as Su Changhe returned to the Su family's residence, he immediately ran toward the main hall with an anxious expression on his face.
"Young master..."
