Sixty Years

After the battle ended.

Mo Chen stood amid the corpse-strewn battlefield, the great saber in his hand still gleaming with a cold light.

There was not a single wound on him; even his breathing had not grown uneven.

Yet as he looked at the bodies covering the ground, Mo Chen could not bring himself to feel happy.

"Scenes of slaughtering common folk like this... must be playing out across the entire Wisteria Continent, shouldn't they..."

In an age of war, human lives were worth less than grass.

It seemed everyone was living in humble misery.

In the distance.

Liu Ashui and Wu Huiniang hid behind a large tree with the children, cautiously poking their heads out.

When they saw the corpses of Wu Kingdom soldiers carpeting the ground, their faces turned deathly pale, and they swallowed hard.

"Mr. Mo... he... he killed so many Wu Kingdom soldiers all by himself?!"

Liu Ashui muttered, his voice full of shock.

Wu Huiniang was equally incredulous. She had never imagined that the mild and modest fortune-teller of ordinary days possessed such terrifying strength.

"Mr. Mo is amazing!" Four-year-old Liu Siyuan's eyes shone as he stared at Mo Chen's figure, his gaze brimming with admiration.

Two-year-old Liu Yunshu clapped her tiny hands as well and cried in her babyish voice, "So amazing!"

Wu Huiniang's expression changed, and she hurriedly reached out to cover both children's eyes again.

A moment later.

Mo Chen walked toward Liu Ashui and Wu Huiniang with his saber in hand.

His face remained calm, as though the battle just now had merely been a casual gesture.

"Let's go. It isn't safe here. We need to leave as soon as possible," Mo Chen said.

"Alright!" Liu Ashui and Wu Huiniang hurriedly nodded, leading the children after Mo Chen.

The group continued