Fanhua City, the once glorious War General Mansion had vanished, leaving only a piece of cracked scorched earth.
Lu Zhao was dead, but outside the city remained millions of troops.
A large carriage slowly moved along the main road in the city.
The driver was none other than Qin Yi.
Though with his assistance, it would still take some time for Yun Qinglian and the others to wake up, as Thousand-day Drunk is no mere saying.
His heart was set on matters of the Imperial City, so he could only arrange a carriage to return to the Imperial City.
Just after exiting the east gate of Fanhua City, not long after.
"Boom Boom Boom!"
The ground trembled, and small stones on the ground were bouncing.
Qin Yi raised his eyes and looked at the front, his expression emotionless.
A torrent surged from the front, looking from afar like a rolling black cloud.
It was thousands of fully armed troops.
