The cold winter, shrouded in smoke, was dispelled by a ray of sunlight, and a few koi fish occasionally leaped out of the rippling lake.
In a pavilion within the palace city, Lu Jin'an sat on a bench, holding the hilt of a sword, observing the pitch-black blade of Netherworld Validation.
Zhiyu sat beside him, eating the breakfast that the palace maid had brought with large mouthfuls.
A rumbling sound came from the north side of the palace city, the sound of the temple that had stood for over four thousand years being toppled.
Lu Jin'an put away Netherworld Validation and roamed around the palace with a well-fed Zhiyu.
The outer city of Shengjing had become almost a ruin due to the war, but the palace city was intact, albeit much desolated.
