Ji Nanjue looked at the sword scar in the sky and let out a long sigh.
They say it's a troubled autumn, and in this world, who knows how many people will not live through this fall.
It was yet another period of chaos, and it was within such a time that the Ji family had established the foundations of the Eastern Country.
Although she did not know why Su Bei had struck that blow, judging by the direction of the sword, it should be near Xia Shui Pass.
King of Guarding the North...
She had not taken part in the strife for supremacy, but she knew that without the support of a Sect, one could never become the master of the world.
Today's Eastern Country once again treads the old paths of its ancestors, merely walking the same road they did in the past.
In the end, the world is nothing more than a furnace, but... the flame is not burning fiercely enough; it needs a bundle of firewood.
Let me be that bundle of firewood, to make this fire burn more fiercely.
