Divine Doctor Sun heard the commotion outside, and, displeased, got dressed and walked out of the tent. Along with the Dragon Army soldiers, he gazed toward Jue Peak in the northwest. In the faint morning light, Golden Peng Fortress was burning like a twinkling star, only somewhat larger.
"Dragon King. It had to be Dragon King who set the fire," Tie Linglong cried excitedly. She had not seen Dragon King for days, and, like everyone else, her heart had been on fire with worry.
Divine Doctor Sun covered his mouth with his hand and yawned. "Why burn down Golden Peng Fortress? Wouldn't it be better to keep it as Dragon King's palace?"
"What matters isn't Golden Peng Fortress or the palace. It's that Dragon King is still alive and well." Tie Linglong clasped her hands and silently prayed.
Divine Doctor Sun glanced at Chu Nanping, who stood not far away. He read a hint of something unusual in that handsome face, then smiled and shook his head. His sleepiness vanished. "Is Dragon King planning to seize Golden Peng Fortress ahead of time? That's wonderful. I've wanted to return to North City for ages. These old bones are about to fall apart from the rigors of camp. Sigh."
Divine Doctor Sun sighed just like Luo Ningcha. His warm, comfortable home was less than half a day's journey away, yet he could not take even one step toward it. The thought filled him with even greater sorrow.
As long as Golden Peng Fortress and Moonlight Hall still existed, Divine Doctor Sun would not dare leave the Dragon Army camp for even a step.
Han Wuxian, who was also sheltering in the camp, came out and gazed at the faint flames in the distance. Her smile looked a little stiff. "Moonlight Hall set