The Jiang family has exerted every effort to minimize losses.
Yet there are still many unfortunate souls... In one night, families were shattered and lives were lost.
"Qingyang City still stands."
Jiang Lie was silent for a moment before speaking slowly. His voice was unwavering.
"The fallen building can be rebuilt."
"The deceased are gone, but the living endure."
Jiang Lie silently gazed at the ruins behind him... Jiang Qihu was fortunate, never having experienced real warfare; Qing State was a land of peace. But he was different, having fought with blood in the Northern Territory many years ago, seeing such disastrous scenes countless times, far more tragic than this.
Life is the greatest miracle in this world.
Qingyang City...
This ancient city, standing for a hundred years, is nothing more than a construction of bluestone and bricks.
The broken bluestone and bricks can still be rebuilt.
