She looked up to see the ground scorched pitch-black. The massive fire had burned all the way to the summit.
Ye Qianning looked over and saw that the trees on the summit were also mostly burned away. For the fire to have reached this intensity, it must have already crested the mountain before the heavy rain began.
'If Chu Yue and the Imperial Family's Hidden Guards managed to find temporary shelter, their survival rate is around thirty percent.'
"The path down the mountain is treacherous. Everyone, be careful," Gu Shuo said, taking the lead and leaping across a fissure in the rock.
The fire had left nothing in its wake. The path was littered with the charred carcasses of countless animals.
Four-direction Mountain, a range that had stood for a thousand years, was now a smoldering ruin.
Ye Qianning looked away, the agonizing cries of the mountain's creatures still seemingly echoing in her ears. 'Sooner or later,' she thought, 'I'll make them pay for this debt.'
