The city fell.
The last old bones still possessed of spirit and resolve died in battle. Nothing remained to block the way.
The Yan Army surged into the city and headed straight for the royal palace. Qiao Jin did not go claim that supreme merit. Instead, she covered the old general's body with a Southern Wu banner that had fallen from the city wall, soaked in mud and rainwater. Together with the Southern Wu soldiers following her, she used spears as a stretcher to carry Old General Xiong's body away.
The tide of events was irresistible; one could not help but be swept along. The old general had been determined to die. All she could do was give him a dignified burial.
Dying in battle had been the old general's wish...
For the first time, Bai Yujun truly witnessed the collapse of a dynasty. It could not be changed. As a flood dragon who practically held sway over the dragon veins of the realm, there were things she needed to understand clearly. The rise and fall of dragon veins governed the prosperity of one side; only by being there in person could she feel their effects.
To cultivate by absorbing the dragon qi produced by the earth veins, she had to understand the role dragon veins played in the world.
Returning to the hillside, she saw from afar that the royal palace had caught fire. The Vassal King, who had wallowed in drunken dreams and deathly pleasures for more than half a year, set the palace ablaze and consigned it to a sea of fire. He laughed loudly, sang, and danced. Above the palace, its shattered fortune wailed, twisted, and struggled, before slowly drifting away in the end.
The blaze could be seen from dozens of li away.
The burning