Jing Yiren twitched the corner of her mouth: "Stones falling from the sky?"
Lu Ming continued to pull Jing Yiren up the mountain, while proceeding with the story.
"A long time ago, there was a king... a prince who protected this city..." stumbled Lu Ming.
"So, is it a king or a prince? You need to make that distinction clearly, Uncle. There's a huge difference!"
"..." Lu Ming pondered for a moment.
"A prince who was granted lands to here, wasn't he a territorial king? So, he should be a king!"
"..."
Lu Ming continued, "A long time ago, when an enemy nation invaded, this king knowingly faced certain defeat but insistently guarded the city gate, leading the defense all the way from the Imperial City's wall to Baihua Mountain."
"Eventually, all of his soldiers were killed, leaving him alone to face hundreds of enemies. He fell under chaotic sword assaults atop the Baihua Peak."
