Their frost arsenic, my peach and plum.
Outside Feng Xiu City blood flowed, and some gritted their teeth with hatred while others filled with aghast pity for the innocent civilians tragically dying beyond the walls of the grand city.
Especially the common folk—they watched the tragic scenes outside the city not with empathetic sorrow, but rather a sense of satisfaction.
It's a natural moral sympathy and projection, for if these people could betray the villagers outside today, might they also betray them when the time is "right and necessary"?
Furthermore, who doesn't have a few impoverished relatives beyond the city?
The slaughter continued, heavy rain descended, washing the blood stains off the ground.
The rainwater diluted the vivid blood, fading it into the soil until it disappeared.
"Excellent! Well done, long live the State Preceptor, long live His Majesty!"
