Amid Lu Wu's complicated gaze, a woman walked out of the palace.
Though she looked nearly middle-aged, her eyes remained clear, carrying a trace of innocence.
The instant she appeared, Lu Wu collapsed onto the ground. It was impossible to tell whether he was crying or laughing. He was clearly smiling, yet tears kept streaming from the corners of his eyes.
At that moment, he was no longer the high-spirited youth he had once been, nor the chief planner of God Burying City who loved joking with the investigators. He was merely a pitiful man.
"A Yao..."
"A Yao."
Lu Wu kept murmuring her name, his eyes reddening.
Meanwhile.
The armies of the Heavenly Court and Spirit Mountain had completely charged in. The so-called armed forces of Jade Pool appeared laughably weak and helpless before true giants.
The once high-spirited young Lu Wu stared blankly at the scene before him.
So the forces I worked so hard to build were this utterly vulnerable and ridiculous before the Heavenly Court?
Yet even so, not a single member of Jade Pool's patrols retreated. They truly lived up to their creed: even if they died, they would die before the common people did.
Hearing the commotion outside, the citizens' eyes reddened one after another.
The strong men grabbed farming hoes.
The frail women and elderly seized whatever kitchen knives they could find and rushed out in a swarm. At that moment, not one of them feared death.
If.
Their homeland had already been in ruins, if they could not eat their fill or stay warm, then this so-called war might not have meant much to them.
But now, they were happy—happier than ever before.
This was their home.
A homeland rooted deep in their bones!
These outsiders wanted to take everything from them,