Escape

The raging flames of war, like a ferocious beast, bared their fangs and claws as they pounced upon the small frontier town.

This town, once peaceful and tranquil, was instantly shrouded in the shadow of war.

Time flew by, and this was already Mo Chen's fifth year on Wisteria Continent.

Yet it was in this very year.

After years of wartime depletion, Liang Kingdom's treasury had gradually run dry. It could no longer support the expenses of the armies at the front, causing the defenses to collapse across the board. Soldiers cast aside their helmets and armor and fled in disarray.

For a time, the entire kingdom descended into chaos, and the flames of war spread with alarming speed.

"Run! Everyone, run! The Wu Kingdom people are coming!"

Terrified cries rose one after another, echoing through every street and alley.

Pale-faced and stumbling, people rushed toward the city gates without a care for anything else.

Amid the panicked crowd, one figure appeared especially calm. It was Mo Chen.

He remained seated at ease by the roadside. Before him stood a battered old table, beside which hung a banner bearing the four words: "Divination and Fortune-Telling."

"Mr. Mo, how can you still have the heart to sit here telling fortunes? The Wu Kingdom people are cruel by nature—they burn, kill, plunder, and commit every evil imaginable! If you don't run now, they might strip off even your underpants and take them away to sell!"

At that moment, an anxious-looking man ran up to Mo Chen and shouted.

This man was none other than Liu Ashui—Mo Chen's first customer.

By now, the Wu Kingdom army had reached the frontier towns. Even a godforsaken backwater like the one they lived in had not escaped disaster.

The common folk were thrown into panic. They