1088: What Do You Know About Loyalty to the King? (Part One) [Please Vote for Monthly Tickets]

Bones, all bones!

What kind of trials and tribulations had Wu Xian not weathered in his life? But he had never seen anything like the hellish scene before him. White bones had piled up into mountains, covering the entire battlefield so densely there was nowhere to set foot.

The corpses of tens of thousands of fallen soldiers were scattered among them. The air was filled with a stench of blood so foul it made his guts twist and his stomach heave. The embers of the flames mingled with the corpses, producing a strange, charred stench. Desolation stretched as far as the eye could see.

Was the battle over?

No. It had only just begun.

With the Skeleton Soldiers withdrawing to the tune of "Soul Ferry," the battle between Kang and Gao had finally begun in earnest. Shen Tang did not know how many times she had played "Soul Ferry." When she came back to herself, a strange emptiness swept over her like a tide. The short flute slipped from her hand, and her knees buckled. She nearly collapsed, but before they could hit the cold, hard ground, a pair of strong hands caught her by the shoulders.

Shen Tang closed her eyes weakly. "Wuhui, I'm fine."

Whenever she grew this weak, Chu Yao and the others were usually there.

This time should have been no different, but instead, a burly, rough male voice sounded by her ear. Qian Yong deliberately pitched his voice high and spoke in a sarcastic tone. "Alas, I'm not Lord Chu. Sorry to disappoint you, my lord."

Though Qian Yong had no particular ambitions of winning the sovereign's favor, he still hated being mistaken for someone else. Old Qian had worked diligently all these years, after all. He reported for duty on time every day, never