The tall, upright woman, cool and sharp as a drawn sword, stood before the white jade railing and gazed out over Changletian. Beneath her eyepatch, her eyes held a trace of nostalgia. A hundred years had slipped by. The painted eaves, carved beams, jade balustrades, and even the cries of the street vendors in Changletian remained exactly as they had in her memories. Sadly, she had changed—and so had her old friends.
"Wanting to buy osmanthus and carry wine together, yet in the end, it is no longer like..."
"Wandering Youth."
Jingliu let out an almost inaudible sigh.
As the saying went, there were five people, and three had to pay the price.
Of the five members of the once-renowned Cloudy Five of the Xianzhou Alliance, Dan Feng, Ying Xing, and she herself were all sinners. Only Bai Heng and Jing Yuan had been exempt.
Yet Bai Heng was dead.
And after that, even Jing Yuan had died.
It was difficult to imagine that the Divine General, famed for his strategic brilliance, could have died so suddenly.
Though the Xianzhou publicly claimed that Jing Yuan had departed on a secret mission, for those with well-connected sources, the news that he had set out to search for Cangcheng Xianzhou only to suffer a backlash from the World-Devouring Luofu was no secret.
Jingliu had been deeply shocked when she first learned of it. She simply could not believe that the disciple she had trained could die so carelessly. Yet when she saw the Divine Monarch upon that very young purple-haired girl, who wielded a scythe, she had no choice but to believe it.
The Divine Monarch was the symbol of a general.
Yet now, the Divine Monarch was no longer with Jing Yuan. It had instead fallen into the hands of a