Three days later!
The grim wartime atmosphere in Great Li City had completely dissipated, leaving behind only the occasional mottled bloodstain clinging to the base of a wall to prove that a brutal war had taken place.
In the short span of three days, those three days had left the people of Great Li City both shocked and terrified.
The army from Ghost Ridge Palace had stormed into Great Li City. The Great Li Dynasty had probably fallen, with Ghost Ridge Palace replacing it as the new master of this land.
Since ancient times, dynastic changes had often been accompanied by slaughter and death. The common people at the bottom were harvested like grass.
The people of Great Li City lived in fear, especially since Ghost Ridge Palace was a Devil Dao Sect. In everyone's impression, the Devil Dao had no good people!
After three days, the people of Great Li City who had hidden trembling inside their homes finally began to venture outside.
They had no choice. There was no surplus grain in their homes. They could not hide away until they starved to death.
Old Man Liu, who lived on Anxin Street in Guangfu Ward of Great Li City, was one of those people who had gone out.
Anxin Street lay on the northern side of Great Li City and was an area inhabited by poor commoners. Old Man Liu possessed excellent carpentry skills, which he relied on to support his family of five.
At that moment, inside Old Man Liu's home, in a dim and cramped room, thin gruel with grains few enough to count had been divided into five small bowls.
Three emaciated children with dry yellow hair gulped theirs down in two or three mouthfuls, then sucked and licked their bowls, unwilling to put down