Three days later, under Mo Xue's watchful gaze, Lin Fan left Ask Heaven City.
Looking at the man's figure disappearing into the distance, Mo Xue wore a complicated expression and let out a soft sigh. "If only you had kept giving me Infatuation Pills, things wouldn't have turned out like this..."
"Pavilion Master, it's time to return."
A female warrior stepped forward and reminded her.
"Let's go."
The emotions vanished from Mo Xue's face, and she regained her usual dignity. Even though the Hat Swordsman "Unrivaled" had already left, she was still the lofty master of the Sacred Dragon Book Pavilion.
Lin Fan rode a fine horse toward the Blood Demon Sect at an unhurried pace. Almost every place he passed along the way was a scene of utter devastation.
The armies of Great Jin's New Emperor and the Feudal Princes had fought continuously for two or three years, and the people who suffered most were the common folk.
Now that the Feudal Princes' forces had emerged victorious, the eastern lands still looked miserable.
When a dynasty prospered, the people suffered. When it fell, the people suffered.
Several days later, Lin Fan encountered a group of refugees. They had fled from Great Jin's imperial city.
The imperial city's situation was even more tragic than that of the eastern lands. Great Jin's New Emperor had suffered a crushing defeat and fled with his trusted followers, while the entire imperial city had become a place for the Feudal Princes' armies to vent their fury.
Rape, looting, and plunder had driven the imperial city's people to flee one after another.
War and chaos raged, and the mortal world was steeped in suffering.
Lin Fan somewhat missed the days he had spent transcribing texts in the Blood Demon Sect.
Every day, he had