Huang Chao's Last Letter

Faced with the mission information floating before him, Xiao Ran paid it no mind.

All he wanted now was to find Huang Chao and ask Plum Blossom Daoist to kill the bastard.

He immediately turned to Guxin Hall and said, "Come on. We're going straight to the Xuanzheng Hall."

The Xuanzheng Hall was where the emperor worked. If the Imperial Seal was there, then Huang Chao should be there too.

The Xuanzheng Hall wasn't far from the palace gates. The two of them headed straight for it along the palace corridors.

A cold, damp wind swept through the empty ruins of the palace, wailing as it stirred the dust and blackened ashes on the ground.

There were no palaces with ornate beams and painted rafters along the way, no imposing palace guards, and not the slightest trace of the living.

The pale moonlight spilled down, illuminating devastation as far as the eye could see. Everywhere they looked were charred walls and rubble. The huge pillars, licked clean by flames, lay scattered like the broken bones of giant beasts, jutting deep into the ash-covered ground.

The once-smooth golden-brick pavement was now buried beneath a thick layer of ash. It crunched beneath their feet, each step kicking up a cloud of filthy black dust.

A pungent stench hung thick in the air, a mixture of charred remains, wood ash, and an indescribable odor of old blood. It was almost suffocating. The smell seemed frozen in a rift in time, bearing witness to the devastation and despair of the catastrophe that had occurred here.

"Huang Chao really is ruthless!"

Looking at the ruins before them, even Guxin Hall couldn't help but marvel inwardly at how prosperous Chang'an had once been.

There was a poem that went, "The gates of heaven's ninefold palace open