After killing Dong Zhuo, Shi Lan felt little stir in her heart. She sent the two eighth-rank generals whose names she did not know, standing beside him, to the Yellow Springs as well.
Eighth-rank strength was no small thing. She did not want to leave any hidden trouble behind.
The enormous white claw in the sky slowly withdrew into the rift. The remaining three hundred thousand Han troops broke ranks with a thunderous roar and fled in every direction. Shi Lan did not pursue them. They no longer posed any threat to her, and there was no need to waste her energy.
The instant she killed Dong Zhuo, the meager military merit she had earned for the Han vanished without a trace. In a mysterious, unspoken sense, she had been branded with another identity. She was no longer sheltered by the Han's Nation-Protecting Crimson Dragon.
This was a battlefield for suppressing rebels. Having killed a fourth-rank court official here, she had become part of the "rebel army."
She had originally hoped to use this opportunity to make a name for herself, but it seemed that would no longer be possible.
Shi Lan felt no regret at all. All she sought was freedom. Forcing herself to swallow this grievance and defy her true nature would mean turning against her own Dao Path; it might even cause her Dao Path to collapse.
She put away her battle halberd, chose a direction at random, tore open space, and left. She did not go looking for Guan Yinping. The death of a fourth-rank official was no small matter, and with the Nation-Protecting Crimson Dragon in existence, a warrant for her arrest would soon be issued.
For her, leaving this world as soon as possible was the best choice.
The crimson dragon wound