Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion really was a very familiar place.
It was far from only because Zhao Xiaowu often treated them.
But Jiang the True Person truly did not know the Heart Fragrance ranked first at Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion.
He was acquainted with Ye Lan'er, who ranked first in Heavenly Fragrance. But it could not be called a friendship; after Three-Part Fragrance Pavilion was established in Linzi, they could now be considered even.
Xiang Bei did not speak much, while Song Huai seemed to be pondering something.
Jiang Wang was silent as well.
Through broken walls and ruined ramparts, people passed; a bleak autumn wind foretold rain.
The place where Wu Zhaochang hosted the banquet was the main hall of Command of Fate Hall.
Naturally, this was the hall of greatest significance and highest status on the entire Command of Fate Planet.
For victors to hold a grand feast in the palace of the defeated had always been a way to flaunt their martial achievements.
And to be invited by the Duke of An to such a feast, one necessarily had to possess extraordinary military merit and status—only then would one be qualified to witness this victory.
The statue of the Command of Fate Star Lord, swathed in long robes, had already been pushed over.
Like a sleeping giant, it lay on its side upon the ground, who knew what beautiful dream it awaited.
The hall that once worshipped the stars was today filled with the smoke and fire of the mortal world.
The army cooks made use of local materials and laid out a lavish feast within the hall.
Only three people sat at this table.
"This is where the Command of Fate True Person killed himself."
Jiang Wang had barely touched the chair with his backside when Wu