Hualin Stitch

Xia Fan suddenly remembered that the Bureau of Military Affairs' records had mentioned how, after the founding of Qi State, the Capital Region had expended enormous manpower and resources to barely clear out the Evil Spirits scattered everywhere, reconnecting the main roads between the provincial cities.

When he had read that passage, he had felt little about it. Now that he thought of it, every campaign to purge Evil Spirits had likely been a heart-stopping battle.

The Bureau of Military Affairs' later total decline was probably inseparable from those purges as well.

He could not help but think of a rather grave question.

The reason the fall of the Yong Dynasty had had such far-reaching consequences was directly tied to the number of Qi Sense Users at the time reaching its peak. There had been no shortage of Feathered Garment- and Azure Blade-level sorcerers, while Listeners had been more than mere rumors. War had drastically reduced the population while claiming the lives of countless Qi Sense Users, leaving exceptionally fertile soil for the birth of powerful Evil Spirits.

If everyone could attain Qi Awakening, and then another great war broke out, would that not amount to the end of the world?

Faced with regions overrun by Evil Spirits saturated with the power of Chaos, humanity's remnants would likely have no chance of rising again.

The thought put Xia Fan more on guard.

"By the way, Princess Twilight is still waiting for you in the cabin below," Li said, interrupting his thoughts. "Are you going to see her?"

"Of course." Xia Fan pushed aside his stray thoughts. "You should come too."

"Then you must be Mr. Xia Fan, the mastermind who rescued me from prison?"

The moment he entered the room, the woman opposite him rose to her feet, lightly