"Red Cliff Palace!" Lin Chuan's eyes flickered slightly as he looked toward Kong Chen.
That was where Kong Chen had once lived. Though he had been a prince, he had spent almost his entire life in Red Cliff Palace from the moment he was born. To him, that place was essentially home. It was also during his time at Red Cliff Palace that Zhou Yu met Ling Luo, setting off the chain of events that followed.
Hearing those four words, Zhou Yu's feelings were easy to imagine. As for why Zhou Hui had chosen to leave all the Land of Fire's treasures in Red Cliff Palace, no one knew. With Zhou Hui's death, that secret had become impossible to unravel forever.
"Let's go. Since that's the case, we'll make a trip to Red Cliff Palace together. I haven't been back in a long time either," Kong Chen said, rising to his feet.
Indeed, ever since Zhou Hui had sent people to assassinate him, he had never returned to Red Cliff Palace. Not long afterward, Zhou Hui, then the regent, had set the entire palace ablaze, reducing this once-famous estate of the Land of Fire to ruins, frozen in the river of time.
With Lin Chuan's spatial ability, the three of them reached the outskirts of Red Cliff Palace with almost no delay.
The traces left by the great fire remained. The broken walls and ruined structures looked exceptionally desolate beneath the sunlight. There was not a soul in sight. Ever since the palace had burned down, this place had become a barren wasteland, rarely visited by anyone.
Not far beyond the scorched earth lay a crimson forest. That was the Ancestral Land of the Land of Fire, as well as a forbidden ground. But now that the Land of Fire