Yuan Qinghua said, "That was two years ago. Of course, if we trace things back, Naiman and the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom had been plotting against Great Yue for a long time. The signs were there as early as the Battle of the Imperial Arena, when the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom and Naiman sang from the same hymn sheet..."
How could Xu Yi not know? Xia Zimo had suffered disaster because she'd been schemed against by those bald monks from the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom.
He didn't interrupt Yuan Qinghua, letting him explain in detail. "The two countries coveted Great Yue, and Great Yue was already hard-pressed on all sides. On top of that, during the Battle of the Imperial Arena, Great Yue not only lost a great many of its secret guards, kept hidden as a last resort, but also suffered heavy losses among its most elite Origin Talisman Army. Worst of all, the emperor died, the throne was thrown into turmoil time and again, and the court officials suffered grievous losses. The realm was thrown into utter disorder, and before long, chaos reigned from top to bottom. Naiman and the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom seized their chance and launched an attack, crushing Great Yue's border defenses in one fell swoop and driving straight into the heartland. In less than eight months, they had reached the walls of the Divine Capital."
"The arduous defense of the Divine Capital lasted another five months. Great Yue lost five Soul Sensing Realm experts, and at last the city fell. The armies of Naiman and the Heavenly Buddha Kingdom poured in, slaughtering the imperial clan and the nobility. The entire Divine Capital ran red with blood, corpses piled up like mountains..."
As he spoke, Yuan Qinghua's eyes reddened and he began to tremble. Clearly, what he had