Beneath the West Gate tower.
Ulan quietly slipped back onto the battlefield and discovered that Chi Yan's corpse had already become flower fertilizer. Four Iron-Armed Golden Apes had shared her fate.
Only the Golden-Crowned Thorn Flower Queen, Duoduo, remained in the field. A sweet smile hung on her face, and she looked adorably harmless to man and beast alike. No matter how one looked at her, she did not resemble a warrior who had slaughtered all around her. Instead, she looked rather like a princess waiting for a hero to rescue her.
The battle over by the imperial garden square thundered like rolling storms, its terrifying shockwaves crashing out like an erupting tsunami.
Before one wave had settled, another rose.
"If you like it, I'll give this golden coffin to you, Sister," Duoduo said in a voice sweet enough to make honey seem bland. No matter what she said, it always sounded pleasant to others. It couldn't be helped—this little girl had been born to make people like her.
"If I took this golden coffin, I'm afraid I'd be living in it forever after," Ulan of the Three-Legged Golden Crow Clan suddenly sighed.
"How could that be? You're very powerful, Sister," Duoduo said with a smiling shake of her head, her voice ringing like a bell, incomparably pleasant.
"I'm not that fool Chi Yan. I never wanted to fight you in this battle. Our Three-Legged Golden Crow Clan bears no grudge against the Heaven-Piercing Tower; on the contrary, our ancestors once had the faintest thread of a connection. Whether Yue Titan leads you to rise has nothing to do with us, nor are you a threat to our Golden Crow Clan. If not for the Sun King, why would I possibly have acted... Back then, for the peace of Tang