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The three emerged from the back of the tavern, with Helian Dai staring dumbfounded at the surrounding wreckage, before finally speaking in a frightened tone, "Grandpa, Ruolan sister, are we considered lucky?"
Ning Ruolan and Helian Mingzhi were likewise stunned by the scene before them. Helian Dai was right; they were indeed fortunate. The area east of Dongmen Bridge in the eastern city was once filled with various shops and inns, but now all these buildings had been reduced to ruins, and more than a dozen unclaimed corpses were strewn about. They recognized these bodies; they belonged to the shopkeepers who were once their neighbors. And now, these shopkeepers were no more than corpses.
Ning Ruolan remained speechlessly silent; this was a world dominated by the strong, where survival of the fittest was laid bare in this moment.
