Though several enormous stone slabs had been laid across the ground inside the tent, quite a few black weeds had already sprouted from the gaps between them.
Besides those, the entire tent contained only a relatively intact long table, half a chair lying overturned, and collapsed bedboards beside the table.
These items were all high-grade spirit artifacts, so they had not rotted away with the passage of time. Sustained by spiritual qi, they still retained much of their original appearance.
Yet this place had long since become a case of things remaining while people changed. It bore the agedness of countless years, like an old man on the verge of entering his grave, gasping out his final breath...
The scene here matched the four people's earlier judgment. It was as though someone had suddenly attacked their way into the city, and the cultivators in the military camp had hurriedly risen to meet the enemy.
Li Yan slowly moved his feet, carefully sweeping his gaze across every corner of the tent...
Roughly a hundred breaths later, Li Yan stopped where he was. Naturally, he did not possess heaven-defying luck that would let him find some treasure overlooked before the moment he arrived.
"I wonder who ultimately won that great battle?"
The battle Li Yan spoke of was the conflict he believed had once erupted within this military camp. Judging from the current state of the place, it seemed possible that someone had forcibly broken into the camp.
Li Yan did not believe the cultivators guarding this place had necessarily lost. The reason was that he had not found a single corpse; it would also make sense if this place had been a massive trap.
Using an entire city as a trap during a war in which both sides had deployed armies