"If even you can't calculate it accurately, the enemy this time might be no small matter," Yu Ping said.
"We can think through what comes next later. First, let's deal with the false accusation before us..."
Li Qingxian continued working through every possibility. Even under the suppression of an unknown power, he still uncovered a few clues.
Roosters crowed to herald the dawn. Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the north wind swept past, scattering a light dusting of fine snow.
Li Qingxian summoned Liu Yitian and the others to discuss a plan, then sent people to carry it out.
After breakfast and morning tea, they strolled around the courtyard, then left through its gates with dozens of Entry Rank Divine Bow Sect members. They met Constable Ding and headed to the county office together.
The group walked slowly through the wind and snow, with Constable Ding and several bailiffs trailing helplessly behind.
They had barely entered Far-Reaching City when they saw someone lying stiff on the ground, covered in a thick layer of white snow.
A little farther on, someone lay beneath dry grass in a corner, their face bluish-black, no breath remaining.
Li Qingxian looked up at the sky over Far-Reaching City.
While Great Sir had been in Far-Reaching City, the situation there had deteriorated rapidly.
These past few days, the clouds of circumstance had grown much calmer, but with the bitter cold and the Demon Race advancing south, Far-Reaching City's momentum configuration remained uncertain.
Even with porridge kitchens everywhere, people continued to die.
"What's happening with grain prices?" Li Qingxian asked.
Xu Fang said, "Grain in Far-Reaching City and the surrounding cities costs more than in the prosperous lands of Jiangnan. Even with the best harvest, a dou of grain costs five copper coins. Without a natural