Smoke rose and curled through the darkness.
Music played softly.
Explosions, screams, and the sound of collapsing buildings came from outside now and then, but they did not disturb the two people in the bar.
Xu Yuan could retreat at any time, so he was not worried.
But what about Qianqian?
What was she relying on?
"You don't like that prince," Xu Yuan said with a smile.
"That's right," Qianqian said.
"And Yiyi?"
"Her mother was a wonderful person. She always protected this city, and we watched the Commandery Princess grow up. But she's still young. I'm afraid that when it comes to many important matters, her hands are tied too," Qianqian said.
Xu Yuan nodded, then asked:
"What do you plan to do next?"
"Wait for this to end, then rebuild everything. That will take people. There'll be plenty of work."
Xu Yuan lowered his head and thought it over.
What intelligence did he absolutely need?
What intelligence
was crucial to the Border City Battle?
What would still offer humanity a vital lesson for its survival ten years from now?
...There was something.
That matter was the most important of all.
It concerned humanity's Fate.
Xu Yuan weighed his words, then said:
"This city sits on the frontier. It's vulnerable to the Demon Race and not far from the Far Northern Demon Domain. All kinds of strange things must have happened here." "Too many. I couldn't finish telling you about them in three days and nights," Qianqian said.
"But you must have some customary ritual or practice for keeping yourselves safe—and it must work," Xu Yuan said.
Yes!
Ghost Entities roamed everywhere here. They had laid countless traps, eroding the whole of Border City bit by bit.
Yet before it happened—
the cultivators had all been alive and well!