On the towering city walls, Lin Cangyu gazed into the distance, seeing only the army camps stretching for miles and, beyond that, a wide road flanked by golden rice fields.
At this time of golden autumn, the rice grains were ripe, fields upon fields, resembling a golden ocean, occasionally waving in the wind, exuding bursts of the fresh scent of rice.
Lin Cangyu looked at all this, silently for a long time.
Until an enigmatic girl with an ethereal aura approached him: "What are you looking at, so lost in thought?"
Lin Cangyu glanced at her, then turned his gaze back: "Isn't it said that the people of the Martial Country have already fallen into darkness, living like savages? Why do they still grow so much rice?"
"This..."
The girl was startled, also a bit puzzled, but quickly found a reason: "Perhaps they still have a bit of sanity left. After all, examples of dark power warping humans are rare, maybe only that Li Taiyi was transformed, and the others are coerced by him."
