War was cruel.
Nanyuan Lake had become an Asura hell...
Dozens of warships could often be seen crashing together in frenzied, brutal slaughter. The inland navy's way of fighting was to fire arrows from afar, then pull alongside enemy wooden ships and leap aboard for desperate hand-to-hand combat, using the blades in their hands to rip open one another's bodies. Their eyes were bloodshot, adrenaline surging as they fought like beasts, until their bodies lost all strength and fell.
The conflict gradually spiraled out of control. Neither the government troops nor the rebels had expected this slaughter to turn Nanyuan Lake into a meat grinder.
Battlefields spread across Nanyuan Lake in patches. From the sky, countless red blotches could be seen upon its surface. Tiny soldiers had dyed the ancient lake red with their blood, painting the ending of their lives across the water in their own way.
The slaughter continued for days without end.
Every day, the fishermen by the lake did only one thing: they rowed out in their battered little fishing boats, fished up corpse after corpse—pale and bloated—and dragged them back to shore to bury them where they lay. Let the dead rest in the earth. Whether rebel or government soldier, all should return to the land.
As time passed, more and more graves piled up along the shore, while still more corpses sank to the bottom of the lake...
Barracks.
Senior Sister Xu Yue worked until deep into every night. There were not enough physicians, not enough herbs. Her hands were stained with bright red blood every day as she worked without pause, and she still had to watch helplessly as grievously wounded soldiers took their own lives.
That slender white figure was nowhere to be seen anymore. It was as though the Barracks had