Riding the bodhi eagle, he headed for Luochuan.
Along the way, the mountains and rivers remained as they were, but the land was now engulfed in the flames of war.
In the west, at Tong Pass, Li Hetai amassed a million-strong army and marched eastward into Luochuan. Wherever they passed, war blazed, and beacon fires filled the land.
Amidst this scarred earth, one could see everywhere the displaced common people.
"Heaven is like a sharp blade, and earth like a chopping board; these worldly common folks are like fish on the cutting block, subject to others' whims."
"In prosperity, the people suffer. In decline, the people suffer."
"In this world, it is the common people who suffer the most."
Qin Qing couldn't help but feel a profound sense of sorrow.
"If I had not been born into a Martial Arts family, or if I had not embarked on the path of Martial Arts myself, then I too would be just one of the myriad beings subjected to the whims of this world."
