Chengdu Prefecture, Jinguan City.
A spirited army came from the east, bringing an unparalleled momentum, and poured into the city.
Lu Yuan rode his horse, surveying the world-renowned fortress from left to right.
The mottled city wall was heavily damaged, and some faint dark red stains remained, vaguely telling of the terrifying wars this city had once experienced.
The original bluestone streets were now pitted and uneven, and most of the houses on both sides were damaged. Some had even collapsed directly, and no one cared to fix them.
From time to time, glances came from the houses, but after just two looks at the fierce soldiers on the street, they withdrew like frightened rabbits, not daring to look again.
Lu Yuan noticed all of this and shook his head disappointedly.
The once world-renowned capital, on par with Baling, had declined to such a state in just over a decade, making people sigh.
