Secrets, Scribe

Who would have thought that Xiaoqing didn't pay the master and disciple any attention at all?

The moment she mentioned the Great General, a light blazed in her eyes. She transformed in an instant, as if she herself were the Great General's beloved.

Even if she wasn't his wife, she was at least his confidante.

She looked up coldly at the boy standing in the wind, gazing at him with the indifference one might show a little beast in the mountains.

Looking at the little girl, she said, "The Great General said that Dragon City should be like Beast City, with a great city lord who would lead thousands of troops and horses to conquer more lands!"

"Look at what the city lord is doing now. He can't do anything. All he does is lead a bunch of people in eating their fill and waiting to die. He has no ambition whatsoever. When has he ever cared how we feel?"

"So I asked the Great General what we should do to make Dragon City like Beast City, to make it even greater in the Demon Realm!"

Wang Xian lowered his head and looked at the little girl, who pressed her lips together and said nothing.

At that moment, he thought of the emperor in Jinling Imperial City.

By this madwoman's standards, the emperor was just another man who led a bunch of ministers in eating their fill and waiting to die, with no desire to improve.

He couldn't even retrieve the bones of the Great General's father, leaving the old general's remains exposed to wind and rain on the barbarians' sacred mountain.

A hundred years had passed in the blink of an eye.

Even the war a century ago had nearly reduced Hanshan Temple, outside Tiger Gate, to ashes.

Almost