Chang'an, after the rain, cleared up.
Although the two Flying Dragons that had brought tremendous catastrophe had been beheaded, the wounds they left on this city were not so easily erased and would linger long in people's memories.
Standing on the street, which was nearly in ruins, and looking at the scattered debris and fresh blood, Wang Chen sighed.
He said indistinctly, "Speak, what exactly happened?"
Beside him, Mo Han bowed his head and replied, "It's my fault."
A year ago, when Wang Chen had been in seclusion for two years, a rumor suddenly spread in Chang'an.
It said that the Lord of Chang'an, the Holy Master Wang Chen had passed away!
Wang Chen's seclusion wasn't a secret, and it was normal for cultivators to enter seclusion, but as time passed, his very special identity and status made the rumor extremely contagious and damaging.
By the time Mo Han realized something was wrong, the rumor had already spread throughout Taiwu, Chang'an, and the surrounding cities.
