Li Huowang walked through Great Qi with a grave expression, taking in everything around him.
This was not as Niu San had described—not a place with nothing but grass. At least here in Youdu, the capital of Great Liang, there were endless stretches of shattered walls and ruined buildings.
Li Huowang had used the Spine Sword to travel here from Shang Jing, naturally arriving in Great Qi's capital, since Shang Jing had been built atop Great Qi's capital.
Someone blocked Li Huowang's path. She lay sprawled across the ground, without the slightest breath, like a corpse.
She looked fat. More than ten days of starvation had not been enough to turn her into a skeleton; on the contrary, drinking too much water had made her whole body swell considerably.
Just as Li Huowang lifted his foot to step over her, she suddenly moved, trembling as she raised her right hand, its fingernails blackened, toward him.
Her cracked, pale lips quivered open as though she wanted to say something. But before Li Huowang could do anything, her raised hand dropped limply. She had starved to death alive.
Qiu Chibao was instantly terrified by the sight. Wailing, she clutched her rotten child and ran far away.
Li Huowang clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them and continued striding forward.
This was not the first person he had seen starve to death, and it probably would not be the last. Such bodies littered Great Qi's capital.
Li Huowang knew that what he ought to do now was transport food from Great Liang. Saving one person at a time was still saving them.
But if he wanted to save all of Great Qi, he could not do it that way.
If he could not get them back on their feet and make them