"Ambition's such a cheap drug..."
Zhu Qing's eyes returned to the cursed battlefield.
'Chi Xie Wastelands' reeked of death, regret, and bad decisions—a cursed dump left by the 'Crimson Blood Sect,' dead for millennia, even before she had the misfortune of existing.
When the righteous sects finally cornered their 'Warlord', his last act was a ritual so vile it cursed the land forever.
Blood Qi soaked the earth, turning beasts into monsters and binding the souls of the damned. Wraith soldiers still roamed, locked in endless battle.
Then there were the pirates—Fang Tian's kind. Mainland rejects and glory hounds too stubborn to stay dead. They prowled the wastelands, knives in hand and brains firmly in their asses, picking off innocent travelers while scavenging for treasures left behind by the Warlord's fallen empire.
