Tens of thousands of troops crossed the river in a mighty procession.
This river was neither deep nor swift. Anyone with enough nerve could wade across it. They had worried the enemy might strike while they were halfway across and block the crossing, yet after more than ten thousand elite soldiers landed and formed ranks, Yue City had still sent out no troops.
The city was not far from the river. They could see heads crowding along the walls, watching the Yan Army cross.
Jiang Mian breathed a sigh of relief. As expected, the defending general Qiao Sheng was a mediocre sort who lived off his elder cousin's favor. He only dared hold the city and did not dare leave it to meet the enemy. The other Southern Wu forces probably trusted Yue City's walls too much to send even a single reinforcement. Or perhaps Qiao Sheng was merely an abandoned pawn who had lost a struggle for power.
What he did not know was that a pair of eyes was watching this place through a mysterious space of fate...
Bai Yujun was far away in the Southern Wasteland.
Seeing the Human Emperor's fate showing signs of decline, while Yue City brimmed with killing intent like a monster opening its jaws, Bai Yujun could tell that the Yan Army would certainly take Yue City. What came after would be harder to say.
She gazed toward the Central Plains in the east.
"At last, it has begun. That messenger had better run quickly..."
Yue City.
Pan Hongzu stood behind Jiang Mian, his face cold and impassive.
Though this Chunyang Disciple was icy and did not like to speak, Jiang Mian truly could not do without him. Chen Jia of the Western Teachings had the same cultivation as Pan Hongzu, but their